<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:48:49.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Chief</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>187</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-1228452936257726442</id><published>2011-05-02T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T20:35:35.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Baaaccckkkkk!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;4 &lt;strike&gt;500 hundred&lt;/strike&gt; years ago , my (young) BFF went off to college, well not really but it's felt like FOREVER! But this past weekend...waaa-laaa!! She moved home and I was absolutely beyond excited.&amp;nbsp; To show her my utmost devotion I worked like &lt;strike&gt;a dog&lt;/strike&gt; the good friend I am and together we got her mostly situated in her new home. I do SO&amp;nbsp;love this beautiful young lady. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have the most unlikely friendship. Did I tell you she started off as the Doodlebugs #1 and #2's babysiter? Yes, she was the ONLY girl the Chief and I trusted in this new town when we moved here. She was quiet and I had to carry if not pull a conversation outta her (i wouldn't know anything about that, cause I will talk to a stick if I think for a second itwill talk back to me). Then somewhere along the years...she crossed over (she's sly like that) and she was family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We love her, the Doodlebugs adore her, and we are so happy she is home! She has been missed all these years away getting all educated/smarter than me ans stuff. Do you wanna meet my La? You can right &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quincyroolala.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh, and she is suppose be giving me my very own blog post&amp;nbsp;outta pure &lt;strike&gt;payment for scrubbing her toilet&lt;/strike&gt; love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;"&gt;Love you La, and I am so happy you have come home to your BFF &lt;strike&gt;family.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-1228452936257726442?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/1228452936257726442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=1228452936257726442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/1228452936257726442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/1228452936257726442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2011/05/shes-baaaccckkkkk.html' title='She&apos;s Baaaccckkkkk!!!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-9070001010849805357</id><published>2011-04-29T12:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T12:57:02.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do I Even Begin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been over a year since I last posted. A VERY long, trying, exhausting, emotional, faith-building, ugly cry year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously I don't even know where to start. My last post I asked for prayer for my precious daughter which I refer to as Doodlebug #2. She had a terrible accident in our home on February 16&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of 2010. She sat very close to deaths door...but even closer in the lap of Jesus. It was a trying 4 months and just when we could breath again.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;, my hubby (referred to as Chief) was in a horrible accident on September 14&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2010 that has since changed pretty much EVERYTHING in our lives so far. He was injured and is still recovering and the road ahead of us is long......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I hope to have my readers back as I love to laugh and post about the funny and serious things that go on in my life rearing my 5 DB's and keeping 1 Chief happy and the unscripted adventures I couldn't make-up even if I wanted too. :-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope to see your post soon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-9070001010849805357?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/9070001010849805357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=9070001010849805357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/9070001010849805357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/9070001010849805357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2011/04/where-do-i-even-begin.html' title='Where Do I Even Begin?'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-8954901252622832485</id><published>2010-02-22T00:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T01:04:58.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers For Doodlebug #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/S4IdhLhJk5I/AAAAAAAAAlg/vuO67ZCEwIM/s1600-h/christmas+pics+138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/S4IdhLhJk5I/AAAAAAAAAlg/vuO67ZCEwIM/s400/christmas+pics+138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440943755681698706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We desperately need your prayers: Please visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/doodlebug2"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for story and updates on our precious Doodlebug #2.  We will update CaringBridge every evening and throughout the day. Please get the word out ASAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-8954901252622832485?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/8954901252622832485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=8954901252622832485' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8954901252622832485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8954901252622832485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2010/02/prayers-for-doodlebug-2.html' title='Prayers For Doodlebug #2'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/S4IdhLhJk5I/AAAAAAAAAlg/vuO67ZCEwIM/s72-c/christmas+pics+138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-5254055968540848630</id><published>2010-01-24T19:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:57:30.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love CHAPSTICK, I do! Or am I having a stroke?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.....I mean I REALLY do! I am an addict. An addict of having smooth, never dry, always &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;moisturized&lt;/span&gt; morning, noon and night lips! I carry some type of "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chapstick&lt;/span&gt;" on me at all times. I have it in the car. diaper bag, kitchen drawers, bathroom, nightstand, pockets etc. OK I am sure you get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just the other night in the wee hours of the morning, I felt it. The need for my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sacred&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chapstick&lt;/span&gt;. My lips were sub par and something must be done. So in the pitch black off I slipped out of the bed feeling my way past the foot board so as to NOT do myself bodily harm. Feeling my way across the dresser, I find my ever worthy lip companion! "Awe, there you are!" I almost want to say. So off with the top and almost immediately my lips are at peace again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in my dream, groggy state I feel my way back to the side of the bed...letting the rail lead me to MY side. I settle right back into sleep as if NEVER &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; been awake at all. (Perhaps that should have been my first inkling.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within about 4 1/2 minutes...my lips are numb and the numbness is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;slowly&lt;/span&gt; working it's way down the bottom of my chin! What in the CRAP! "Oh, dear Lord (I was praying) I am having a stroke!" I am! I thought...I am having a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flippin&lt;/span&gt;' facial stroke. What to do? I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;start feeling for my&lt;/span&gt; arms and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;moving my&lt;/span&gt; legs...oh, Lord I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;freakin' drooling now&lt;/span&gt;! This is it. This is happening, I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haveing&lt;/span&gt; a stroke! Darn that homemade cheesecake I ate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of flipping the 'frig out....my senses are slowly coming to me...but still not my lip senses. I am now fully wake up and jump from the bed, only this time I DID in fact do myself bodily harm to the front of my thigh with the foot board of the bed. I quickly stumble across the room and I am sad to say, that while praying a few &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;choice&lt;/span&gt; words were uttered. (Oh please, give me a little break I was having a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flippin&lt;/span&gt;' facial stroke &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;. Right?) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;, I flip on the light and I am standing in front of the mirror, now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blinded by&lt;/span&gt; the light I squint see myself...I am pinching my face and I can see my lips and chin, but I can't feel them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt; is going on? I try and start rationalizing the situation. Do I call 911? No you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doof&lt;/span&gt; you ARE married to 911! Oh, yeah that's right. I run (which ain't pretty, lemme tell you) over to the dresser and get my phone...and sitting next my phone is my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chapstick ans sitting next to my chapstick&lt;/span&gt; is a bottle of........Avon foot and heal cream with ANTISEPTIC (a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nubbing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;freakin'agent&lt;/span&gt;) OINTMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, in my hast to have my lips feeling as they should (in the dark) I accidentally (while half asleep) mixed up the two tubes. Oops. Good news is. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; not having a facial stroke! Bad news: Even if my lips were chapped I wouldn't have felt it anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-5254055968540848630?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/5254055968540848630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=5254055968540848630' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/5254055968540848630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/5254055968540848630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-chapstick-i-do-or-am-i-having.html' title='I love CHAPSTICK, I do! Or am I having a stroke?'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-4971160514068093225</id><published>2010-01-24T12:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T12:40:32.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doodlebugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Doodlebugs Christmas 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/S1yFSXD_3kI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/rhgoroREVuI/s1600-h/christmas+pics+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/S1yFSXD_3kI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/rhgoroREVuI/s400/christmas+pics+099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430361801176899138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Doodlebug #5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/S1yFSPhmdLI/AAAAAAAAAlI/pTctggotRn0/s1600-h/christmas+pics+331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/S1yFSPhmdLI/AAAAAAAAAlI/pTctggotRn0/s400/christmas+pics+331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430361799153579186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beyond Handsome DB #4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/S1yFR8MwGcI/AAAAAAAAAlA/E2IUzdO_cFM/s1600-h/christmas+pics+319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/S1yFR8MwGcI/AAAAAAAAAlA/E2IUzdO_cFM/s400/christmas+pics+319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430361793965857218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet Doodlebug Sisters #'s 1,2 and 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/S1yFRlvFB_I/AAAAAAAAAk4/gWPNbDiNIJg/s1600-h/christmas+pics+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/S1yFRlvFB_I/AAAAAAAAAk4/gWPNbDiNIJg/s400/christmas+pics+092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430361787935819762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doodlebug #'s 1-5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/S1yFRIXLv7I/AAAAAAAAAkw/QD9D8bsnBa8/s1600-h/christmas+pics+282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/S1yFRIXLv7I/AAAAAAAAAkw/QD9D8bsnBa8/s400/christmas+pics+282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430361780050968498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These five children are my absolute dreams come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a blessing and joy they are in my life with each passing day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-4971160514068093225?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/4971160514068093225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=4971160514068093225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/4971160514068093225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/4971160514068093225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2010/01/doodlebugs.html' title='The Doodlebugs'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/S1yFSXD_3kI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/rhgoroREVuI/s72-c/christmas+pics+099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-8374650310344886638</id><published>2010-01-21T12:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T12:57:35.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I say!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have missed blogging, but for some odd reason can't seem get into the swing of it all again. So much has transpired that I must take &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; to fill you in....if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; anyone is still reading my blog. Are you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, back in August I took a 4 day a week job team teaching a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school group of 2 and 3 year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;. I loved it! However after 2 months I quickly found out per the Chief's words....."Your job really isn't working out for me." :-) I had to smile as for 8 years pretty much he has had me at home. So in October I turned &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;in my&lt;/span&gt; notice, however I was so heavy hearted that i just had to stay another month, then another, then of course I didn't want to miss the Christmas program. So the decision was made I would leave over Christmas break. Perfect! Well, God had other plans and at the beginning of Jan. I got the call that a two day a week position in the 1 year old room (DB #5's room) was available if I wanted it! So I was hired...quit, and hired again. I start back (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;although&lt;/span&gt; I don't feel I ever left) the first of Feb. and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; be more excited.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are in the full throws of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;elementary&lt;/span&gt; school. All three girl DB's are in school full time. The boys are with me, however Doodlebug #4 will start school next year....and then there was one! What will I ever do, I can't even think about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Chief and I are doing great. The house is nearly finished...still have the new living room (addition) to complete and carpet to install. My creative wheels are turning as I am SO ready to lighten this house up from the years of VERY warm colors throughout. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must say that I am excited about all God has for the Chief and I this year. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Foster care&lt;/span&gt;/adoption of a baby boy still ways on our hearts, we are j&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ust&lt;/span&gt; waiting for God's perfect timing if that is where He is leading us. I find myself hesitant to give all my baby stuff away for fear the moment I do...a baby will need a home. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that this is a bunch of random news from all over, but like I said this is a catch up post. The ages of the DB's as of today are 8,6,5,3,and 1. Next month they will be 8,7,5,4, and 1(16 months). Chief and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;celebrated&lt;/span&gt; our 10 year anniversary in Dec. and our last baby boy turned 1 in October. I have a 3rd grader, 1st grader, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;K'er&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel a stirring in my soul this year for the Chief and I...I can't hardly explain it. So much personal issues have come and gone over last year and we made some hard decision, but I can already see God's hand in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt; we made out of obedience. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I just say, how madly in love with my Chief I am. He is such a supporter, and sticks up and by me even when it's hard for us both...and I him. As husband and wife it's difficult NOT to take on the others offenses (even for a friend it's hard)...but I am so glad he has my back and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sho&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;'nough&lt;/span&gt; have his. Our love is so very different than the love we had for each other 9 years ago. We look at each other differently, even value each other differently and from a different place in out hearts. He is an awesome father and a true husband in EVERY sense of the word.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, in short....I am working....again....the DB's are growing and moving along, despite my request they don't....I am falling in love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;with my&lt;/span&gt; husband more and more each passing day (so very sappy, I know)....and I am learning to be content at where my life is NOW. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you have read this far thank you, I am going to be posting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of pictures tomorrow...have a great day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-8374650310344886638?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/8374650310344886638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=8374650310344886638' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8374650310344886638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8374650310344886638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-can-i-say.html' title='What can I say!'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-1880426323800352331</id><published>2009-11-03T13:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:27:28.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was My Miracle For the Taking. I Took IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Miracle Story&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago this past weekend I was moving into an apartment as a divorced single mother of four children who were all 5 and under. Oddly enough this wasn’t the lowest point in my life. The lowest point in my life came September 17th of 2005 when I left my 2000 sq ft. house with three children and 3 months pregnant with my fourth. My husband Joel and I were "taking a break" so I thought, however our little break to "figure things out" lead to a devastating divorce which was declared final on December 21, 2005 by the state of Georgia. I remember thinking I never knew you could get divorced so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make things really short and too the point, I was devastated over the separation much less the divorce. I mostly battled with extreme embarrassment over being a divorcee. I felt the title to be humiliating. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{Matthew 1:18-19&gt; Now this is how Jesus the Messiah was born. His mother, Mary, was engaged to be married to Joseph. But while she as still a virgin she became pregnant by the Holy Sprit. Joseph, her fiancé’, being just a man, decided to break the engagement quietly, so as not to disgrace her publicly. As he considered this, he fell asleep, and an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream. "Joseph, son of David", the angel said." do not be afraid to go ahead with your marriage to Mary. For the child within her has been conceived by the Holy Spirit. And she will have a son, and you are to name him Jesus for he will save his people from their sins. All of this happened to fulfill the Lord’s message through his prophet:}(&lt;/span&gt;God was NOT worried about Mary being humiliated, He was in control from the get-go) There were days I just couldn’t get a grip on why I was in Albany, at 28 years old, living with my parents and about to have a baby and lets not forget my three little girls! I was a broken hearted little girl with big people problems. I was stressed, worried, angry, bitter, confused, I was searching, longing, hopeful and hopeless all at the same time. I was forgetful, unhealthy sickly, sad. I was desperate but most of all I was stubborn. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{Joshua 14:8-9&gt; For my part, I followed the Lord my God completely. So that the day Mosses promised me, ‘The land of Canon on which you were just walking will be your special possession and that of your descendants forever, because YOU WHOLEHEARTEDLY followed the Lord my God’.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was born strong willed on December 12, 1976; I hope I stay that way until the day I die. I spent hours upon hours praying for my marriage to be restored. When I say hours upon hours I literally mean some nights I would pull an all night-er…on my knees 9 months pregnant or standing on my bible in my room my precious new baby boy asleep and just pray. Pray, Pray, Pray. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{Luke 18 Story of Persistent Widow- One day Jesus told his disciples a story to illustrate their need for constant prayer and to show them that they must never give up. "There was a judge in a certain city," her said, "who was a godless man with great contempt for everyone. A widow in that city came to him repeatedly, appealing for justice against someone who had harmed her. The judge ignored her for a while, but eventually SHE WORE HIM OUT.’I fear neither God nor man, ‘he said to himself, but this women is DRVING ME CRAZY. I’m going to see that she gets justice, because she is wearing me out with her constant request!’" Then the Lord said, "Learn a lesson from this evil judge. Even he rendered a just decision in the end, so don’t you think God will surely give justice to his chosen people who plead with Him day and night? Will he keep putting them off? I tell you, he will grant justice to them quickly! But when I, the Son of Man, return, how many will I find who have faith?"}&lt;/span&gt; (I was the persistent widow, bugging, pleading praying, wearing out my welcome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some nights I would pray for me, for the children, for Joel most times my tears did the praying my sobbing would be my voice. I often thought that if the rocks could cry out, the trees clap their hands and the mountains could bow down, then God would hear my voice through my tears. I prayed in tongues quite often, hoping the Holy Spirit would understand what I couldn’t seem to put into English.{ Isaiah 55:12-13&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You will live in joy and peace, The mountains and the hills will burst into song, and the trees of the field will clap their hands! Where once there were thorns, cypress trees will grow. Where briers grew, myrtles will sprout up. This MIRACLE will bring great honor to the Lord’s name; it will be an everlasting sign of His power and love.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always had a sense of being taken care of, every one of my needs was met the very moment it was needed. The childrens and mine. Whether by God’s peace, or the people around me that gave and gave and gave. People sowed into my life that may never even realize what their actions did. I am going to take a sidebar and name a few things that happened to the children and me.&lt;br /&gt;-Went to mail box, card and $100&lt;br /&gt;-Couple gave me $300 dollars&lt;br /&gt;-Same couple (lady), just about furnished my apartment. (bedding, paint, new rug)&lt;br /&gt;-Couple gave me washer and dryer&lt;br /&gt;-Couple gave me microwave and coffee maker&lt;br /&gt;-People came five days in a row and painted my apartment&lt;br /&gt;-People took my children and loved up on them&lt;br /&gt;-I had the greatest baby shower out of all my children’s showers&lt;br /&gt;-I had a $1000 dollar check written to me because this lady was in the shower and was listening to the Holy Spirit when he just happened to whisper to her.&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on. The giving that these people showed me was and still is unbelievable. Some people did things for the children and I just out of love for my parents! Talk about getting in on a good deal ! What a privilege to be so loved by people just because I am Morris and Sarah’s daughter. This defines covenant relationships.&lt;br /&gt;(SET OUT FIRST PLATE OF CHINA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a turning point, it happened in the driveway of my parents’ house. I knew I was divorced, but was beyond accepting it. I was sitting on the bumper of my car having one of my many meltdowns. I don’t remember what the melt down was about. At this time I was on a waiting list for GRAFA, on every imaginable assistance program available, in college and just struggling day to day to keep it together. My dad came out and just as I had looked at my own children over the last year with sorrow for their hurt, knowing they wanted to scream and shout and didn’t know how to tell me how they were feeling, he looked at me that way. I knew then the saying that we all say to our own children "If I could take it would" his eyes welled with tears and he said, "Aimee, you are a divorced women, I can’t change it, you can’t change it, it’s just what it is. I am so sorry." He loved me the same married or divorced, I was not a disappointment to him. In that moment I felt I could breath for the first time in over a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still absolutely without a doubt didn’t accept my divorce as final (in the heavenlies). I never for a moment ever heard anything from the Lord allowing me to walk away, I did however changed the way I was playing the hand that was dealt to me. I played it or prayed it as divorced women. I moved out in November of last year like I said earlier, in fact this very weekend, within 3 weeks of moving into my own place, my miracle began. Joel and my turning point came in November however there is a certain date that comes to mind…December 12 my 30 birthday, Joel after working a 20 hour shift was standing in the cold at 7:15 a.m. in the morning waiting for me to open the door to take our oldest to school. He was there for me…. for my birthday. (This showed me Joel’s actions, because our trust with each other had been broken so badly.)&lt;br /&gt;(PLACE OUT TEA CUP SAUCER-2nd piece of china)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through much counseling, prayer, counseling, prayer we began our journey to reconciliation. So pretty much just a suddenly as the ending had stared so the beginning began. It came out of left field, it came when I least expected it, it came only when, I listened to my Father and obeyed. My heavenly father and earthly father. (Under different covering reversed the cleaving process) The day my father was so brutally blunt with me was the day I couldn’t live as a married women any longer, I had to come under a different type of authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find it a privilege to say that I have lived to see something raised from the dead. I have seen God take something dead and breath life into it, make it whole and new again. I don’t know how He did it…how He made something out of nothing. He is the Master Craftsman that’s for sure.&lt;br /&gt;What I have given you today is a piece of my wedding china; it was broken along with three other place settings on the brick steps out back behind my house. My daughter recently found some pieces still laying in the dirt out back. She came in and said remember Mommy when you broke this? (This was not a shining moment for me) I was hoping she wouldn’t remember the last year and a half. Not really knowing what to do I explained that I did remember, and I was again sorry that she saw me do this awful thing, then I took her to the china cabinet and said…that little piece is what happened to our family…but look what God did, and I pointed to a full place setting of my wedding china. So this began my writing this testimony.&lt;br /&gt;(PLACE TEA CUP OUT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how small the piece God has to work with. He can do it! I always was waiting for the miracle; I knew it belong to me. It was mine for the taking. I took it. Joel and I remarried in February, I moved back home in May. Are things perfect? Not by a long shot. It’s tough; it’s work, a lot of work. I believe this miracle of mine is still in the making and evolving in God’s Kingdom everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am quite aware of Satan and his work to kill, steal and destroy more than ever, especially when it comes to my family. Within three weeks of the children and I moving home, we had a small tornado come through our town and a branch impaled our roof, our daughter McKenna had a very, very rocky start to the first grade and her teachers suggested she go back to Kindergarten, then I hurt my back, Joel was under attack from a citizen in Climax, our only family car broke down for three weeks, and our air conditioner bit the dust. However….because God was ever faithful and EVER true he also saw fit to bless Joel and I with an un-expected pregnancy. Our 5th child Grant was born on October 9th 2008. We struggle a lot, but we believe that if God brought us through what we went through, He will bring us through these struggles. I am proud to be a daughter of God’s Kingdom, but what makes me ecstatic is that my family is a family of the kingdom of God. My cup truly runneth over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{Psalm 23- read entire Psalm}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Pour water into teacup and let it over flow…symbolizing my blessings)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-1880426323800352331?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/1880426323800352331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=1880426323800352331' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/1880426323800352331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/1880426323800352331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-was-my-miracle-for-taking-i-took-it.html' title='It Was My Miracle For the Taking. I Took IT!'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-6351001217205419035</id><published>2009-07-21T14:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:20:15.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Blog Catch Up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.....obviously I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;THOROUGHLY&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed my Doodlebugs for the summer, as blogging has taken a back seat. We have been so busy! We had vacation, we spent that time around semi-locally and it worked out great! We were able to hire a baby sitter so we could both enjoy the older DB's on our many outings. I would so do it again, it was definitely the way to go until they are a bit older.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then the Chief and I left on a great little get away. We went to Savannah for 5 days. The Chief had his annual Georgia Chief's of Association convention and I tagged along for the trip. originally I was going to take DB #5, then I really felt that the Chief and I really needed this time alone. So I did what I have NEVER done with any other DB in the history of having all the DB's...I left them. It was very hard, for me and for the DB's. However, they survived and so did I!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our wonderful friends Greg and Karen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Toole&lt;/span&gt; were a God send. One thing they did for us besides keeping all 5 DB's was that they came into our home and kept them in their environment. My girls love Mrs. Karen and her daughters and the boys love Mr. Greg. I was so at peace being gone for that long. I truly am thankful for Karen and Greg.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Chief and I spent such wonderful time together. We talked and talked and used that time to pray over some matters and situations in our life right now. The Lord truly met us and like minded we became and some decisions were made.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;School starts all too soon around here, we are winding down on summer vacation. All the DB's have "shot" up this Summer and DB #2 is about to pass #1. I hope you are all having a wonderful Summer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So the next few weeks will be getting ready for school. This year will be different as we are looking into a few things to throw into the mix around here. (more on that later.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-6351001217205419035?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/6351001217205419035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=6351001217205419035' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6351001217205419035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6351001217205419035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/07/playing-blog-catch-up.html' title='Playing Blog Catch Up...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-3473712766957194003</id><published>2009-06-20T22:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:16:45.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day To Our.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/Sj2X4VcJAOI/AAAAAAAAAko/9p5JZji5Y6Y/s1600-h/046+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349598926469660898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/Sj2X4VcJAOI/AAAAAAAAAko/9p5JZji5Y6Y/s400/046+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-3473712766957194003?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/3473712766957194003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=3473712766957194003' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/3473712766957194003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/3473712766957194003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day-to-our.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day To Our.....'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/Sj2X4VcJAOI/AAAAAAAAAko/9p5JZji5Y6Y/s72-c/046+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-8693528461779238294</id><published>2009-06-16T15:33:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:02:16.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Of All Things I  Remember, I Remember My Daddy's Hat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;......I have heard this from the Chief for years. The Chief's daddy was murdered when he was only 10 years old. Throughout the years I have learned about the extreme harshness inflicted upon the Chief and his brother's, coupled with all the great memories the Chief has of his Daddy. One thing that is a constant in talking with the Chief and other family members is that someone always seems to mention the &lt;strong&gt;hat&lt;/strong&gt;. I always asked, "Where is the hat? What happened to it?" I learned that the hat was taken by a family member after the Chief's daddy died and was buried. Later I would learn that it was just sitting in a garbage bag for 26 years or more shoved into a closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have know for years that this family member lives a county away from where we live now, so last Summer we took a trip over to see her. This was the Chief's aunt (his daddy's sister). We had a great visit, although I was GREAT with child and miserable, I loved listening to the Chief go down memory lane (good and bad) as we got closer to our destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few months went by, actually 5 months rolled by and the Chief's birthday was approaching. I was doing dishes one day, and had a thought come to me....."it never hurts to ask" I thought, I wonder if anyone has ever just "asked" Aunt Mary Alice for the hat? I learned a LONG time ago the worst someone could ever say to you when you ask for something is NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scheming&lt;/span&gt; (I had to get her # from the Chief's phone) I called and asked. Without a moments &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hesitation&lt;/span&gt; the reply was, "If I can find it, you can have it." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Scuse&lt;/span&gt;' me? What was that? For real?....now weeks pasted and I hadn't heard anything and I was getting worried, I finally got a call, "I am so sorry, I have searched hi and low and I just can not find it." I was a bucket of tears, I was so sad...so I started praying. "Lord, help me honor my husband, with this gift. Help me please to show him my love by working this out. Please find that hat for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later and 1 week before the Chief's birthday I got the call. "I have found it." I will bring it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the Lords help I was able to be there to watch the Chief &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; his Daddy's hat, his daddy's hat with greased finger prints on it, his daddy's hat with his daddy's hair still on the inside, the hat his daddy last wore. A hat the Chief will pass down to our sons and hopefully their sons. A hat that in a memory filled with sad and horrific things brings the "good" memories to my husbands mind. A hat the Chief had not seen in 26 years. I have never seen my husband at a loss for anything. There were no words...he was in awe that in his hands he was holding his daddy's hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am honored to be a part of watching him get the hat, I am grateful that I was listening when the Holy Spirit whispered " It never hurts to ask."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SjgF2yt--4I/AAAAAAAAAkY/RRA4_WDTlo0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348030996388182914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SjgF2yt--4I/AAAAAAAAAkY/RRA4_WDTlo0/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SjgF2-e3saI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/d501ji1PHGg/s1600-h/4941_592244420733_46205029_34585352_3548587_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348030999546016162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SjgF2-e3saI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/d501ji1PHGg/s400/4941_592244420733_46205029_34585352_3548587_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SjgF2gIN9xI/AAAAAAAAAkI/iYfzXXQcVo8/s1600-h/4941_592244410753_46205029_34585350_5830780_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348030991397943058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SjgF2gIN9xI/AAAAAAAAAkI/iYfzXXQcVo8/s400/4941_592244410753_46205029_34585350_5830780_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-8693528461779238294?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/8693528461779238294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=8693528461779238294' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8693528461779238294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8693528461779238294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-all-things-i-remember-i-remember-my.html' title='Of All Things I  Remember, I Remember My Daddy&apos;s Hat...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SjgF2yt--4I/AAAAAAAAAkY/RRA4_WDTlo0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-7049332893624066512</id><published>2009-06-15T09:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T10:17:27.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.....is full to say the least. I thought Summer vacation would be filled with lazy days and such. Ha! No such luck. I am still keeping my two "other" babies three days a week for the Summer. We are busy. Last week I found a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; that was in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; time and the Doodlebug's had an absolute blast. The one that was fun to watch was DB #4, he FINALLY got to go and hung strong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;throughout&lt;/span&gt; the whole week. The people that are painting our house (inside) started bringing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; grand-daughter, so most days I took 7 kids to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt;, and had 8 here in the afternoons....CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chief and I are planning a mini vacation, because of $$ we are going to have a "pretend" vacation and stay at home. Hopefully people will leave us alone for a week. We are going to have to hide our cars (and no I am NOT joking). Because of the Chief's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt; people are dropping by our house all the time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;weather&lt;/span&gt; he is working or not. Some people think he is available 24, 7 days a week. We are planning several day trips here and there. Hopefully we will make it to the beach for at least a day trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish we had the $$ to stay a week at the beach somewhere. Would you believe me if I told you we will be married for 10 years in Dec. and have NEVER been on a "real" vacation. No I am not joking. I am looking forward to just being with my husband and doodlebug's for a solid week, no cell phone, no computer (maybe just a little check in now and then) and no where to be, kids to watch (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cept&lt;/span&gt;, my own)....I will choose to be grateful we are getting to do this if nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned lately, that the Chief works two near bout full time jobs. By fault the Chief is a work-a-holic however I miss him. I miss him when three or four days go by and I don't see him. To this day (other than my daddy) I do not know a man that works as hard as the Chief does. Chief's profession does not afford us a lavish lifestyle, infact, you would seize up if you knew what we manage to live on.... he is my provider and protector and I love him with all I have because of his dedication to his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we will enjoy every moment of our "fake" vacation here at Casa Da La Jenkins...how is your Summer going?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-7049332893624066512?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/7049332893624066512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=7049332893624066512' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/7049332893624066512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/7049332893624066512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-life.html' title='Our Life....'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-7965538945171946910</id><published>2009-06-09T20:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:42:39.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beeba and PawPaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Beeba&lt;/span&gt; and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PawPaw&lt;/span&gt; came for a (too) short visit on Sunday afternoon. Now these are my Daddy's parents and the ONLY set of living Great Grandparents on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;either&lt;/span&gt; side that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Doodelbug's&lt;/span&gt; have. All morning we prepared for them to come and the DB's were all outside waiting for the arrival when the van pulled up caring 4 very special people (my mom and daddy came too).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had a GREAT, energized visit and it ended all too quickly. Thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Beeba&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PawPaw&lt;/span&gt; for coming to see us and for loving us so dearly. We love you and miss you already....the Doodlebugs sure do too!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Beeba&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PawPaw&lt;/span&gt;, Me, My Mom, My Daddy, and DB's 1-5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/Si7_YBbyAEI/AAAAAAAAAkA/U8uMHaojZfM/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345490595902259266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/Si7_YBbyAEI/AAAAAAAAAkA/U8uMHaojZfM/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Beeba&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;PawPaw&lt;/span&gt;, Me, Mom and Dad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(BTW, My beautiful Mom will be 60 this year. you would never know it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/Si7_XnHJN4I/AAAAAAAAAj4/owi44PMhqpM/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345490588836378498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/Si7_XnHJN4I/AAAAAAAAAj4/owi44PMhqpM/s400/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Beeba&lt;/span&gt; Stealing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Grant's&lt;/span&gt; Kisses Anyway She Can Get Them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/Si7_Xvj6FwI/AAAAAAAAAjw/hutbhhe9WKo/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345490591104505602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/Si7_Xvj6FwI/AAAAAAAAAjw/hutbhhe9WKo/s400/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Beeba&lt;/span&gt; and Ema Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/Si7_XJVW1BI/AAAAAAAAAjo/z5M3cuVXO3c/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345490580842927122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/Si7_XJVW1BI/AAAAAAAAAjo/z5M3cuVXO3c/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;PawPaw&lt;/span&gt; and Grant (I will treasure this picture forever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/Si7_XE4K66I/AAAAAAAAAjg/CmxcGj5SEo8/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345490579646770082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/Si7_XE4K66I/AAAAAAAAAjg/CmxcGj5SEo8/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Beeba&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;PawPaw&lt;/span&gt; with all that I have. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-7965538945171946910?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/7965538945171946910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=7965538945171946910' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/7965538945171946910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/7965538945171946910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-beeba-and-pawpaw.html' title='My Beeba and PawPaw'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/Si7_YBbyAEI/AAAAAAAAAkA/U8uMHaojZfM/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-764073099467446365</id><published>2009-05-20T11:33:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:15:34.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought I Would Change Things Up A Bit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well you know how I NEVER &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/08/brag-shop.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;talk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; about the Doodlebugs...I NEVER post &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/10/few-things-i-want-to-share.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pictures&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;....Never blog about their &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/06/doodlebug-1our-conversation.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cute&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; happenings? I thought I would remedy that today! :-) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So this post is for my chunky monkey doodlebug #5...who is a whopping 7 months and 22 pounds! I think he is trying for a tie in the weight contest as the Chief was 30 pounds at 10 months....he is on his merry eating way! He is crawling and pulling up in his crib now. He is talking and already looked right at the Chief directly and uttered those words...DA-DA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doodlebug #1 and #2 are working on his clapping abilities on demand. He just about has it. We are a "wrestling match friday night" kind of family and Doodlebug #5 attended his first match last week...getting right into the mix of EVERYTHING and loved every minite of it! I hope you enjoy Grant's happenings, he is a complete joy and a blessing to our family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can totally tell he was in a fit of laughter!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShQpejRvUuI/AAAAAAAAAjY/6PUIipK2yrk/s1600-h/115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337937063183340258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShQpejRvUuI/AAAAAAAAAjY/6PUIipK2yrk/s400/115.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;First Beach Trip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShQpelHVbYI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/6LBYIPYbXq4/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337937063676571010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShQpelHVbYI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/6LBYIPYbXq4/s400/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blue Eyes (He gets them from his &lt;s&gt;Mommy&lt;/s&gt; Papa!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShQpeYaFKzI/AAAAAAAAAjI/VUa6uJntN4U/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337937060265536306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShQpeYaFKzI/AAAAAAAAAjI/VUa6uJntN4U/s400/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a day in the life of living with a 4 year old sister!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShQpeMsCUyI/AAAAAAAAAjA/s7PfB568-VQ/s1600-h/110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337937057119621922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShQpeMsCUyI/AAAAAAAAAjA/s7PfB568-VQ/s400/110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cf3hvnf0x84&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cf3hvnf0x84&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BSi3CruM_Hk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BSi3CruM_Hk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-764073099467446365?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/764073099467446365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=764073099467446365' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/764073099467446365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/764073099467446365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/05/thought-i-would-change-things-up-bit.html' title='Thought I Would Change Things Up A Bit...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShQpejRvUuI/AAAAAAAAAjY/6PUIipK2yrk/s72-c/115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-4599767302617206701</id><published>2009-05-19T15:26:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:58:08.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 1 Moves From 2 And Heads To 3...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doodlebug #1 has officially left the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade and is now an official 3rd grader....boo...sob...sniff. :-(. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes it's true, my little girl is truly growing up! I have spoken before about Doodlebug #1 being VERY imaginative and creative...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;, her creativity has blossomed into fashion. Now, for me this is very difficult and had to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;approached&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;delicately&lt;/span&gt;. You see I PRIDE myself on the Doodlebugs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appearances&lt;/span&gt;...nothing other than having them be presentable and hair done...oh yeah and I have this thing (it's a little thing) but I LOVE them to match! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; I am a little compulsive about it...there I said it...happy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So (moving on) when Doodlebug #1 at nearly 8 just started having a slight opinion about what she wanted to wear....I knew the honeymoon was nearing an end...:-( So the pictures to follow are of her today at school...yes school and yes she wore this and this entire outfit cost me $8...I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thrift-ed&lt;/span&gt; it all for fun...little did I know she would love it all and throw it all together into one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;collaboration&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To pat myself on the the back...I let her wear it and I loved it and I thought Doodlebug #1 looked just as Doodlebug #1 should! (pat-pat)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doodlebug #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShMMY5b2pxI/AAAAAAAAAi4/_RT5EX_f168/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337623605238212370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShMMY5b2pxI/AAAAAAAAAi4/_RT5EX_f168/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShMMYeWaKbI/AAAAAAAAAiw/5FWQTc2_GCg/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337623597967616434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShMMYeWaKbI/AAAAAAAAAiw/5FWQTc2_GCg/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShMMX0yy9dI/AAAAAAAAAio/IFo8rG9EWMU/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337623586812392914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShMMX0yy9dI/AAAAAAAAAio/IFo8rG9EWMU/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShMMXlzwASI/AAAAAAAAAig/99Kilu3vHcw/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337623582789861666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShMMXlzwASI/AAAAAAAAAig/99Kilu3vHcw/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShMMXfwOiaI/AAAAAAAAAiY/ttjRoLuFkLo/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337623581164472738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShMMXfwOiaI/AAAAAAAAAiY/ttjRoLuFkLo/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-4599767302617206701?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/4599767302617206701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=4599767302617206701' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/4599767302617206701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/4599767302617206701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/05/numer-1-moves-from-2-and-heads-to-3.html' title='Number 1 Moves From 2 And Heads To 3...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShMMY5b2pxI/AAAAAAAAAi4/_RT5EX_f168/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-4107788059866923146</id><published>2009-05-18T11:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:40:02.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grant Is Loving His Baby Leg Warmers! (and so am I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShGAB8fXxII/AAAAAAAAAiQ/5s4Agreiaj4/s1600-h/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337187804316681346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShGAB8fXxII/AAAAAAAAAiQ/5s4Agreiaj4/s400/086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShGABh7tRZI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Kz84nRFKGY4/s1600-h/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337187797187773842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShGABh7tRZI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Kz84nRFKGY4/s400/088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShGABRlVFWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/uriaqRck4gw/s1600-h/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337187792798946658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShGABRlVFWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/uriaqRck4gw/s400/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShGABDU5NvI/AAAAAAAAAh4/jyVIuQc9PTc/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337187788971914994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShGABDU5NvI/AAAAAAAAAh4/jyVIuQc9PTc/s400/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loving these little &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=70599"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I am. I think &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=70599"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; are a great, crafty invention. Grant loves them and the Doodlebug girls and Gunner wear them on their arms. I love them and plan on ordering more! Plus, just how much cuter can Doodlebug #5 get anyway!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-4107788059866923146?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/4107788059866923146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=4107788059866923146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/4107788059866923146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/4107788059866923146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/05/grant-is-loving-his-baby-leg-warmers.html' title='Grant Is Loving His Baby Leg Warmers! (and so am I)'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/ShGAB8fXxII/AAAAAAAAAiQ/5s4Agreiaj4/s72-c/086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-8272543329588651742</id><published>2009-05-15T23:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:57:23.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is there school after CRCT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CRCT&lt;/span&gt; is my states 'passing" or "not passing" test that is administered about four weeks before Summer vacation. Here is the deal though. After the stress of studying, taking, and passing the test...school ends. Just like that...it's like the pressure is off and school is over. '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cept&lt;/span&gt; it's not. We have four more weeks after the test. Doodlebug #1 has watched movies at school since last week. I think the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cafeterias&lt;/span&gt; is "cleaning" out it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cub boards&lt;/span&gt; for the Summer 'cause Doodlebug #1 and #2 say the school served pizza AND chicken...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;INTHESAMEDAY&lt;/span&gt;, as an entree'....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;eeewwwww&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gggrrrooosssss&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I say let the little boogers out after State testing...the kiddos would love it and I am sure the teachers would too...oh ("hop") I am now off my soap box for tonight....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you hear? The Chief came home tonight after a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;looonnngg&lt;/span&gt; day at work...took one look at me and said, "Go take a shower, and leave. I've got the kids." '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Scuse&lt;/span&gt; me? Did I hear you correctly? I left so fast. I left with my hair wet, for fear he would change his mind. However I did get a text from him about three hours after I had left....it said, "I said go for a drive or something...not to take a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' vacation!" Good thing I was already on my way home. He's a good man, a real good man. Thank you baby...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-8272543329588651742?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/8272543329588651742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=8272543329588651742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8272543329588651742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8272543329588651742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-is-there-school-after-crct.html' title='Why is there school after CRCT?'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-6553499019822043432</id><published>2009-05-12T12:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:01:51.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Doodlebug Filled Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, it was bliss waking up to my Doodlebugs shouting "Happy Mother's Day" at the top of thier little Doodlebug lungs. I was actually thinking that other then getting a lovely gift, my Mother's Day consisted of the DB's piling into bed with me and snuggling, heading to church, out for a nice lunch, home for a nap, softball with the Chief, and ice cream cones...that's my day nearly everyday. This led me to realize the Chief and Doodlebugs do a pretty nice job of making EVERY day Mother's Day for me. I love them and treasure them will all that is within me. They are ALL my favorites!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Greatest Accomplishments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/Sgmqoq_ESWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/y_CzjEOFwGU/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334982849307363682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/Sgmqoq_ESWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/y_CzjEOFwGU/s400/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-6553499019822043432?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/6553499019822043432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=6553499019822043432' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6553499019822043432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6553499019822043432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-and-more.html' title='My Doodlebug Filled Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/Sgmqoq_ESWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/y_CzjEOFwGU/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-8819734243261150935</id><published>2009-05-11T14:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:35:39.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks Kind Of Like PMS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SghvoijdrqI/AAAAAAAAAhk/2e7TWBUbKi0/s1600-h/IMG_3296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334636500881354402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SghvoijdrqI/AAAAAAAAAhk/2e7TWBUbKi0/s400/IMG_3296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Kim over at &lt;a href="http://livinginleesburg.blogspot.com/"&gt;Living in Leesburg&lt;/a&gt; has won the Miracle Blanket. So Kim, thank you for your entry, and yes, it looks like PMS to me too. (hem, been there done that). So shoot me over an e-mail with your address and go to the &lt;a href="http://www.miracleblanket.com/"&gt;Miracle Blanket &lt;/a&gt;site and pick out the color you would like and let me know. Thank you all so much for making my first give a way...so much stinkin' fun. Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-8819734243261150935?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/8819734243261150935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=8819734243261150935' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8819734243261150935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8819734243261150935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/05/looks-kind-of-like-pms.html' title='Looks Kind Of Like PMS....'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SghvoijdrqI/AAAAAAAAAhk/2e7TWBUbKi0/s72-c/IMG_3296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-6884582292472403782</id><published>2009-05-06T10:06:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:42:52.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Name This Photo For A Free Miracle Blanket!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SgGcjYgrLmI/AAAAAAAAAhc/9GYKWClF7U8/s1600-h/IMG_3296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332715565472231010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SgGcjYgrLmI/AAAAAAAAAhc/9GYKWClF7U8/s400/IMG_3296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can barely upload this photo with out going into a pants peeing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hissy&lt;/span&gt; fit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt;' laughter! So after many hours of "cleverly thinking"...I got nothing. So I decided to just copy, steal, mimic (what's that they say about imitation?) &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MckMama&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/a&gt;s famous "Name That Photo" and host a "Name That Photo" contest myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is. Give this photo of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; (she the one that makes the Doodlebugs delicious outfits) partaking in this mini &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Twix,&lt;/span&gt; a clever caption. Submit it to the site and we will choose a winner on Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be winning a &lt;a href="http://www.miracleblanket.com/index.htm"&gt;Miracle Blanket &lt;/a&gt;in the color of your choice. Mom's everywhere have sworn by this wrapping blanket to calm a baby in seconds. If by chance a blogger post about my contest and you happen upon Mrs. Chief through their blog, you can then tell me which blog linked me to you, and that said blogger will also win a gift from me as well. So put those thinking caps on and give me a great big chuckle. I can't wait to see what you may &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;come&lt;/span&gt; up with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SgGZ-QHt3sI/AAAAAAAAAhU/rUsSBmLrsnI/s1600-h/IMG_3296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332712728541650626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SgGZ-QHt3sI/AAAAAAAAAhU/rUsSBmLrsnI/s400/IMG_3296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;! I love it! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-6884582292472403782?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/6884582292472403782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=6884582292472403782' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6884582292472403782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6884582292472403782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/05/name-this-photo-contest-for-miracle.html' title='Name This Photo For A Free Miracle Blanket!'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SgGcjYgrLmI/AAAAAAAAAhc/9GYKWClF7U8/s72-c/IMG_3296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-3873682596389629359</id><published>2009-05-04T11:02:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:22:06.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle Blanket Give-A-Way And More!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.miracleblanket.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331994505093849682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/Sf8MwJR0IlI/AAAAAAAAAhM/t-E94AmEs9A/s400/miracle+blanket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK...so the good people from the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miracleblanket.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miracle Blanket &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;company have contacted me and offered me a brand new Miracle Blanket. Because I was busy authenticating the e-mail from the Miracle Blanket people through &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miracleblanket.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MckMama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; , Doodlebug #5 is now too big to use it. Good news for you, and good news from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MckMama&lt;/span&gt;, the e-mail was "for real"! I just ended a conversation with Susan from Miracle Blanket and told her I would just host a giveaway instead!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So one lucky winner will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; a Miracle Blanket in the color of their choice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yippie&lt;/span&gt;! I am going to spend the day thinking of some clever way to host my first give-a-way. So here's the deal. Please help me get the word out that a Miracle Blanket give-a-way is in the works. Please link my giveaway from your blog. When the winner is picked, if that winner will share with me who's blog she heard about the contest through (if there is one) that blogger will also win a gift from me as well, for helping spread the word.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK so I am off to "think cleverly".....I am so excited! And for those of you who read my blog and don't follow me...now is a great time to start!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-3873682596389629359?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/3873682596389629359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=3873682596389629359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/3873682596389629359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/3873682596389629359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/05/giveaway.html' title='Miracle Blanket Give-A-Way And More!'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/Sf8MwJR0IlI/AAAAAAAAAhM/t-E94AmEs9A/s72-c/miracle+blanket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-1830663932713462155</id><published>2009-04-25T20:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:36:44.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beach In Black and White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SfOsaisRdWI/AAAAAAAAAhE/zYTU_xV4RsY/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328792356098504034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SfOsaisRdWI/AAAAAAAAAhE/zYTU_xV4RsY/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SfOsCmn9cGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/5FmzcUghuXI/s1600-h/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328791944837296226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SfOsCmn9cGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/5FmzcUghuXI/s400/086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SfOsCa4HpTI/AAAAAAAAAg0/lpeIHnux1h4/s1600-h/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328791941683848498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SfOsCa4HpTI/AAAAAAAAAg0/lpeIHnux1h4/s400/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SfOrnSDPPcI/AAAAAAAAAgs/lr9GZjtrkrE/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328791475458096578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SfOrnSDPPcI/AAAAAAAAAgs/lr9GZjtrkrE/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SfOrnN4sF7I/AAAAAAAAAgk/7guIyOo9Wds/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328791474340108210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SfOrnN4sF7I/AAAAAAAAAgk/7guIyOo9Wds/s400/079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SfOrm6XkbqI/AAAAAAAAAgc/EYxAjmllYJo/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328791469100920482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SfOrm6XkbqI/AAAAAAAAAgc/EYxAjmllYJo/s400/066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SfOrm7ho3KI/AAAAAAAAAgU/8j2CbB_HH1c/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328791469411589282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SfOrm7ho3KI/AAAAAAAAAgU/8j2CbB_HH1c/s400/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SfOrmkgibrI/AAAAAAAAAgM/NHghXLcdl9w/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328791463232958130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SfOrmkgibrI/AAAAAAAAAgM/NHghXLcdl9w/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-1830663932713462155?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/1830663932713462155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=1830663932713462155' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/1830663932713462155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/1830663932713462155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/04/beach-in-black-and-white.html' title='The Beach In Black and White'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SfOsaisRdWI/AAAAAAAAAhE/zYTU_xV4RsY/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-1543351433700256335</id><published>2009-04-21T10:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:40:12.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Takers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I sent out this e-mail trying to *convince* my family and friends....they will benefit from keeping the Doodlebugs...really they will. Think I will have ANY takers????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's right...all of you special people have been carefully selected (with much consideration and thought) to have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to keep...the ones...the only....(drum roll, please).......Jenkins Doodlebugs!!!!! *And the crowd goes wild*!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the dates of July 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;...they could all be yours!!! Well, at least some of them...now this is a first come first serve basis (no crowding ,please) Seriously, there is enough to go around. And here are your choices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DB #1- Bright, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;intelligent&lt;/span&gt; 7 year old (by then 8) little young lady by the name of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McKenna&lt;/span&gt;. She is able to function quite on her own. She will be helpful and is quite serious at times....she is schooled in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-loading the dishwasher...and washing her own hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DB#2- One precious big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gapped&lt;/span&gt; tooth 6 year old Olivia...who requires lots of hugs and kisses. She can read for you if you would like and has an infectious laugh...she loves to be in the kitchen and be a "helper" too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DB #3- If you haven't yet spent time with this outgoing, singing, chipper little four year old, Ema...there is NO time like the present...if you have the ability to listen to chatter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ALLDAYLONG&lt;/span&gt;...and love to answer the question Why...this ones for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DB#4- Boy oh, boy, oh, boy!!! That says it cause' yes he is! Gunner Joel. This little man is a nice one to snatch up. A bit of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cuddler&lt;/span&gt;, and one that still takes a nap (should you require an afternoon rest) He loves to be outside "working" and if you got my video earlier...would love for someone to take him to "Play Golf" *snickering*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW!!!!! A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Surprise&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you thought it couldn't get any better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a slight chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should he be willing... that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DB#5-Grant, may be staying back as well, while mommy and daddy get much needed R&amp;amp;R for the first time in 8 years!!!!!! Should this ADORABLE baby be eating self-sufficiently by July...He could be all yours to do with as you like. He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sqishable&lt;/span&gt;, kissable, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hugable&lt;/span&gt;, unable to talk back, run from you, or give you a dirty look. He is an avid Fox news watcher (cause he has no idea what he's watching).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK should I put up the barriers as you all run, leap and jump at this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt;????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know...slots will fill up quickly and I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt; you a Doodlebug. Get while the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;gettins&lt;/span&gt;' good!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-1543351433700256335?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/1543351433700256335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=1543351433700256335' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/1543351433700256335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/1543351433700256335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/04/any-takers.html' title='Any Takers...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-2347634079543690650</id><published>2009-04-14T11:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:48:52.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter-2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/Secou7bQOnI/AAAAAAAAAfs/FnQSGTUfRXQ/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325269871079996018" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SecouHKypXI/AAAAAAAAAfU/PAlTXSr6j6Y/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/Secotwsg8DI/AAAAAAAAAfM/k1YbRS0pe10/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325269851019735090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/Secotwsg8DI/AAAAAAAAAfM/k1YbRS0pe10/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-2347634079543690650?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/2347634079543690650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=2347634079543690650' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/2347634079543690650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/2347634079543690650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html' title='Easter-2009'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/Secou7bQOnI/AAAAAAAAAfs/FnQSGTUfRXQ/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-4415546818575898525</id><published>2009-04-08T14:42:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:17:51.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Topless In The Laundry Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lets play a little game shall we? I will call it, Have You Ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought it was a good idea to eat your child's lollipop because she was screaming bloody murder while taking a nice brisk walk through the quite neighborhood and thought that that was the perfect time for her to throw the worst tantrum she has had in months? So you ate her lollipop, not to teach her a lesson but because you were so mad at her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been thrown unexpectedly into some "make believe" wrestling move, because during quite the "intimate" moment with your spouse you look up and see two little eyes peering into your door way...only to hear your spouse claim very loudly..."Mommy and Daddy are just wrestling sweetie", and you say "I think you broke something."under your breath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever left a shirt in your dryer and thought you could just quickly dash out to the dryer topless, and finish dressing out there...only to realize your shirt and bra are in fact in the house. And to make things better, someone is knocking on your back door and you are stuck in the laundry room? So quickly you decide to slip on the first shirt you see (which is the hubby's) and you answer the back door dripping wet hair in a shirt that states :"Top 10 dumbest ways to get arrested"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried because you couldn't find your fat jeans anywhere in the house? So you decided the next best thing is to wear your fat (old lady) underwear. Then you spend the entire time outandabout..."fixing" that never ending wedgie hoping nobody can see you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever nursed your baby while grocery shopping with four other Doodlebugs, only to "switch" sides to which your oldest doodlebug girls announces your boob is showing. Yeah seeing as you forgot to pull the other side of your shirt down when making the "switch".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever worked for well over an hour to get "loaded" into the car. Just when you get in the car you remember you left your sunglasses, then when you are one step down off the porch you realize you left your ATM card (turn around), then you get buckled and WHAT! Where are your keys? Man. So have you ever finally gotten on your way, made it through check out and then it happens...it's like your baby decided to eliminate all it had eaten in the last 14 days while in line at Wal-Mart...then while in the bathroom and all the kids playing in the water that comes on by itself, do you then realize...of all the things you remembered to go back and get...WIPES WERE NOT ONE OF THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever left one or two Doodelbugs on another isle while you just shopped away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever considered a a grocery shopping trip a sucess when only four eggs, one yogurt, and one jar or dill relish get s dropped and broken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDLASTBUTNOTLEAST....Have you EVER left small (could be hazardous) items on the floor for your baby to get a hold to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/37DCnviB1bE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/37DCnviB1bE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No? Really you haven't? Well, me either...WHEW! That's really good to know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-4415546818575898525?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/4415546818575898525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=4415546818575898525' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/4415546818575898525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/4415546818575898525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/04/topless-in-laundry-room.html' title='Topless In The Laundry Room'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-4495912885782422146</id><published>2009-04-01T09:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:38:36.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain...I am going INSANE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's coming down , down, down....and with two toddlers this is never a good sign. The Doodlebugs tree house is a lake...heck my whole back yard is a lake! Being cooped up in my house for days on end is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' exhausting. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The babies are restless...then I get the two Doodlebugs home from school after sitting for 8 hours and they go nuts until dinner time....then argue because "why do we have to bathe?, we didn't even go outside?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, do we HAVE to wash hair?"  Oh, and did I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mention&lt;/span&gt; that I also keep two other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt; after school Monday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; Thursday? Yup, that right! 7 kiddos every day. The hours from 2:30- 5:30 are torture if you are stuck inside. Like nails on a achalk board. Walking on glass. Having your toe nails pulled out...you get the point.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, and my poor Chief. He has stayed wet pretty much since last weekend, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yessirrie&lt;/span&gt;...you guesses it it's gonna rain another 3-4 days at least. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OHMYGRAVY&lt;/span&gt;!!! Poor public servent he is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will take pictures. Wanna know what my truest night mare come true would be? Next week is Spring break. (me doing Home Alone) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am also in the process today of pretending my baby boy is NOT getting sick. Seeing as I saw every hour on the hour last night I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;concede&lt;/span&gt; that I AM in fact kidding myself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ANNNNDDDD&lt;/span&gt; to top things off, I get the distinct pleasure of taking not 1, not 2, not3, YES 4 Doodlebugs to dentist appointments tomorrow!!!! Can it get any better? We will start at 10:00 and I bet you a million dollars...not a drop of rain will fall until I pull up into the parking lot...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;WATCHAWANNA&lt;/span&gt; BET???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-4495912885782422146?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/4495912885782422146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=4495912885782422146' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/4495912885782422146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/4495912885782422146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/04/rain-raini-am-going-insane.html' title='Rain Rain...I am going INSANE!!!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-8605645509250686575</id><published>2009-03-31T21:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:32:55.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Brings Me Joy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Doodlebugs make me smile each and everyday. The joy is unspeakable. Being a Mother is the only thing I have ever wanted to do. The pictures below are missing Doodlebug #2 and #4...my evens...but they both got their own post in February cause they had birthday's. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt;, here are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doodlebugs&lt;/span&gt; #1,#3, and #5...my odds. My joys!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grant (5 months)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319525705885378178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SdLAcgjbZoI/AAAAAAAAAfE/3XZAvEEQobM/s400/grant_041c_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;McKenna&lt;/span&gt; Rose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http:///"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319525702681290818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SdLAcUng6EI/AAAAAAAAAe8/qAVFB2rkaqQ/s400/kenna_030_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SdLAcbiWKCI/AAAAAAAAAe0/6bHeDiUsRVA/s1600-h/grant_049_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319525704538662946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SdLAcbiWKCI/AAAAAAAAAe0/6bHeDiUsRVA/s400/grant_049_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grant and Mommy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Little Goof Ball (Grant's new look)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SdLAcIgmxwI/AAAAAAAAAes/W2kofX67dUc/s1600-h/grant_039_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319525699431089922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SdLAcIgmxwI/AAAAAAAAAes/W2kofX67dUc/s400/grant_039_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ema Moore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SdLAbnueMAI/AAAAAAAAAek/mPBhJ5kFkEw/s1600-h/2672_1112186728717_1348364363_314741_5260932_n_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319525690630877186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SdLAbnueMAI/AAAAAAAAAek/mPBhJ5kFkEw/s400/2672_1112186728717_1348364363_314741_5260932_n_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So there you have it...I so desire to do "right" by my children. Truly they are my greatest joy and accomplishments.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-8605645509250686575?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/8605645509250686575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=8605645509250686575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8605645509250686575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8605645509250686575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-brings-me-joy.html' title='What Brings Me Joy...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SdLAcgjbZoI/AAAAAAAAAfE/3XZAvEEQobM/s72-c/grant_041c_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-2029954869466504350</id><published>2009-03-31T09:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:33:06.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When there are no comforting words....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SdIbe7TEjXI/AAAAAAAAAec/Pe6SRNt1Pa8/s1600-h/StellanName.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319344328005684594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SdIbe7TEjXI/AAAAAAAAAec/Pe6SRNt1Pa8/s400/StellanName.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you do? I have basically been consumed with baby Stellan for a week now. My heart aches at what &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MckMama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; is going through. Jen and I have e-mailed each other twice. Although, at this point, "I am praying", "Still on my knees", "Hang in there", "Don't give up", and the infamous, "Oh, I am so sorry" just sounds plain stupid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can not, nor will I ever in a million years try to ACT like I even know what she is going through. I am sad, sad that I don't see God moving (at least how I want Him to), yet I still am not wavering that He is Almighty, and only He can move on Stellan's behalf. If you have not grabbed Stellan's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; button &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;please do so. Please pray. Please put him and Jennifer on the prayer list in your church, home groups, MOPS, etc...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you haven't seen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/2008/08/eventually-these-photographs-will-be-in.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stellan's gallery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, be thinking of some way creative to display his precious name and get it to Jen. The Chief and I are thinking hard of some way, to do it ourselves, and creatively.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here I am and this is where I am...I will end this post the same way I end every e-mail I send MckMama:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Expecting Nothing less than a Miracle!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-2029954869466504350?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/2029954869466504350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=2029954869466504350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/2029954869466504350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/2029954869466504350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-there-are-no-comforting-words.html' title='When there are no comforting words....'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SdIbe7TEjXI/AAAAAAAAAec/Pe6SRNt1Pa8/s72-c/StellanName.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-8790106160136323792</id><published>2009-03-23T10:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:56:34.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling on the heavenlies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If anyone is still reading my neglected blog...please pray for the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MCK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Mck Mamma needs prayers now more than ever before....flood the heavenlies people and please get the word out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stellen, be healed in Jesus Holy Name! I speak to your heart and command it to come in line with God's kingdom. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-8790106160136323792?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/8790106160136323792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=8790106160136323792' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8790106160136323792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8790106160136323792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/03/calling-on-heavenlies.html' title='Calling on the heavenlies....'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-4651659697307619399</id><published>2009-03-15T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:16:38.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not dead....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with that being said, stay tuned. I am gonna make a come back!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;:-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-4651659697307619399?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/4651659697307619399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=4651659697307619399' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/4651659697307619399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/4651659697307619399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-not-dead.html' title='I am not dead....'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-646275528570773961</id><published>2009-02-26T08:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:19:33.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Doodlebug #4...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I think about my DB #4 I actually think about DB #5. See there was a time that the Chief and I thought we had completed our family and ended it with our one and only son Gunner Joel. God simply had other plans as I truly believe one of the things Gunner was absolutely meant to be was a BIG brother. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gunner, my precious son, the prayer I prayed over you in my womb is living in you today. "Be strong and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;courageous&lt;/span&gt;, do NOT be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord your god is with you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;where ever&lt;/span&gt; you go". Well, son you are anything but timid and afraid...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let see, you are the greatest most gentle big brother. You love your daddy, fire, and jumping. Your favorite thing to do is be outside playing in the dirt. Your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; now is the Hulk, and you love your trains too. You also love both your Papa's dearly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today you are three, and although your birth is a constant reminder of Mommy and Daddy's testimony for our family, I want you to know that you are truly a precious child of the Lord and I love you. My prayer for you is to be a God fearing man. We love you Gunner Joel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SaaiSALkAOI/AAAAAAAAAds/9W3uOHUdSB8/s1600-h/Random+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307107641072550114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SaaiSALkAOI/AAAAAAAAAds/9W3uOHUdSB8/s400/Random+071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Growing Up&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SaaiR0QLFiI/AAAAAAAAAdk/mL4W6sZkdIw/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307107637870663202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SaaiR0QLFiI/AAAAAAAAAdk/mL4W6sZkdIw/s400/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father and Son&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SaaiR4O3RlI/AAAAAAAAAdc/PXaig8dCifQ/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307107638938912338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SaaiR4O3RlI/AAAAAAAAAdc/PXaig8dCifQ/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SaaiRrh1YlI/AAAAAAAAAdU/FqX0JCamyYo/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307107635528819282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SaaiRrh1YlI/AAAAAAAAAdU/FqX0JCamyYo/s400/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Big Brother&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am blessed beyond words.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-646275528570773961?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/646275528570773961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=646275528570773961' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/646275528570773961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/646275528570773961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-doodlebug-4.html' title='Happy Birthday Doodlebug #4...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SaaiSALkAOI/AAAAAAAAAds/9W3uOHUdSB8/s72-c/Random+071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-7308718595171397404</id><published>2009-02-17T15:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:59:38.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>February Flip Flop Party...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So what do you do when your baby girl was born in the winter...but is such a spring/summer girl? You throw her a Flip flop party! Doodlebug #2 celebrated her birthday this past weekend. We had a wonderful time. Here are a few pictures....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SZskOZjQ5KI/AAAAAAAAAdM/BFrhbAAk5BM/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303872815954453666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SZskOZjQ5KI/AAAAAAAAAdM/BFrhbAAk5BM/s400/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olivia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SZskOPMHOrI/AAAAAAAAAdE/QF1Q_RtPxSQ/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303872813172996786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SZskOPMHOrI/AAAAAAAAAdE/QF1Q_RtPxSQ/s400/067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Favorite Picture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SZskONM8eBI/AAAAAAAAAc8/-6V1Ljch0Y8/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303872812639614994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SZskONM8eBI/AAAAAAAAAc8/-6V1Ljch0Y8/s400/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nutter Butter Flip Flops&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SZskN_ZF1-I/AAAAAAAAAc0/5daVPrUhQSI/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303872808932464610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SZskN_ZF1-I/AAAAAAAAAc0/5daVPrUhQSI/s400/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; cake EVER!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-7308718595171397404?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/7308718595171397404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=7308718595171397404' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/7308718595171397404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/7308718595171397404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-flip-flop-party.html' title='February Flip Flop Party...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SZskOZjQ5KI/AAAAAAAAAdM/BFrhbAAk5BM/s72-c/065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-9141100103077863404</id><published>2009-02-11T08:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:53:56.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Doodlebug #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, my sweet darling. What a blessing you were the day you were born! You were 8lbs. 8oz. You were a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; baby! You are even more beautiful now. My favorite thing about you is you sweet gap you have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;between&lt;/span&gt; your two front teeth(your daddy has the same gap). Mommy and Daddy love it! You are a wonderful big sister and every morning and afternoon in the car you feed Grant his bottle and you never once have ever complained. You are a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuddlier&lt;/span&gt;. You love to be with anyone who will hold you. You are reading now! I love reading with you. You love Mrs. Maxwell, who is your teacher. Daddy and Mommy are amazed that God chose us to be your mommy and daddy. We love you more than words could ever express. You are a funny little six year old. You are a true blessing. You are a TRUE hand maiden of the Lord. We love you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olivia Noel- 6 years old&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SZLVsCFBXwI/AAAAAAAAAcs/JD65rKzFDmk/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301534663817387778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SZLVsCFBXwI/AAAAAAAAAcs/JD65rKzFDmk/s400/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Sweet Doodlebug #2 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SZLVr_acbiI/AAAAAAAAAck/LDWF9T6Fx0A/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301534663101935138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SZLVr_acbiI/AAAAAAAAAck/LDWF9T6Fx0A/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You in your birthday shirt, you just couldn't wait to wear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-9141100103077863404?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/9141100103077863404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=9141100103077863404' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/9141100103077863404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/9141100103077863404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-to-doodlebug-2.html' title='Happy Birthday to Doodlebug #2'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SZLVsCFBXwI/AAAAAAAAAcs/JD65rKzFDmk/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-7828503778776814049</id><published>2009-02-05T20:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:14:56.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Here's What Happens In My Neck Of The Woods...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bainbridgega.com/news/publish/020409cows.shtml"&gt;http://bainbridgega.com/news/publish/020409cows.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a typical Wednesday night here in the South! On a serious note, it truly is a miracle that no one was hurt (I can not speak for the cows). The wording of the article is what tickled me the most. No, the Chief didn't work this one....:-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-7828503778776814049?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/7828503778776814049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=7828503778776814049' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/7828503778776814049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/7828503778776814049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-heres-what-happens-in-my-neck-of.html' title='This Here&apos;s What Happens In My Neck Of The Woods...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-2612024223411641648</id><published>2009-02-05T11:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T12:05:00.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bathing Suit Top, Helicopter, and a Train...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do these three things have in common? Can you guess?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup! They have all been successfully flushed down the toilet this week. Two of the items have been retrieved, with the train still MIA. This then has led to one toilet down, cause' we can't get it out! This means, no fun in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MC's&lt;/span&gt; household with four girls and two boys using the same bathroom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I give you the culprit Doodlebug #4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SYsPmxsVVwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/CPKTJZljfI0/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299346545380251394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SYsPmxsVVwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/CPKTJZljfI0/s400/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oddly enough he didn't flush a truck down the potty...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-2612024223411641648?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/2612024223411641648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=2612024223411641648' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/2612024223411641648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/2612024223411641648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/02/bathing-suite-top-helicopter-and-train.html' title='A Bathing Suit Top, Helicopter, and a Train...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SYsPmxsVVwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/CPKTJZljfI0/s72-c/046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-2787510102607222095</id><published>2009-02-04T15:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:00:23.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Another E-mail...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;from MckMama...just sayin' :-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-2787510102607222095?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/2787510102607222095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=2787510102607222095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/2787510102607222095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/2787510102607222095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/02/got-another-e-mail.html' title='Got Another E-mail...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-4210814385274650478</id><published>2009-02-03T10:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:19:18.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Nana's....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got a call from my mom this week..."Post pictures of the babies, please...you've just been writing lately!" Well, I can see she doesn't care much about my writing, and I am sure my MIL would agree...so here are a few for you viewing pleasure...These are all of Doodlebug #5 as he is hitting milestone after milestone this week...:-) ENJOY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look Nana's I can do this now! BTW I am only four months old...I think I am gifted...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SYhdaUaMU7I/AAAAAAAAAcU/ThGAwn0AYuw/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298587668337939378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SYhdaUaMU7I/AAAAAAAAAcU/ThGAwn0AYuw/s400/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, and I let my mommy put me in this contraption and I didn't cry and sat for a WHOLE 15 minutes while she cooked dinner...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(did someone say I am ADVANCED? Thought so.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SYhdaD5j6HI/AAAAAAAAAcM/f2O-qGuYbDk/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298587663906105458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SYhdaD5j6HI/AAAAAAAAAcM/f2O-qGuYbDk/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just in case one of those OTHER kids tries to sit in my new seat, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LALA&lt;/span&gt; put my name on it so there is no confusion :-) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SYhdZ-gS82I/AAAAAAAAAcE/b7LOEehoeNg/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298587662457959266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SYhdZ-gS82I/AAAAAAAAAcE/b7LOEehoeNg/s400/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get ready Nana Grace to hit the P*R*I*N*T button, you are gonna love this one! This is my Mommy's new favorite picture of me! I call this...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yeah, I know I am cute!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SYhdZukWo-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/_AzEd9Ia4cA/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298587658180010978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SYhdZukWo-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/_AzEd9Ia4cA/s400/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So there you have it my Nana's. Pictures of me and only me!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-4210814385274650478?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/4210814385274650478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=4210814385274650478' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/4210814385274650478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/4210814385274650478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-nanas.html' title='For The Nana&apos;s....'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SYhdaUaMU7I/AAAAAAAAAcU/ThGAwn0AYuw/s72-c/051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-8172444785290390302</id><published>2009-01-29T10:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:59:26.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Seinfeld Episode...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; about nothing. My conversation with my 4 year old in a 9 mile stretch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DB #3- Mommy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MC- Yes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DB#3 Who were you talking too?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MC- Daddy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DB#3- 'bout what.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MC- Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DB#3- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ooooohhhhh&lt;/span&gt; (like she knows)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DB#3- who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt;' mommy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MC- Friend of Mommy's and Daddy's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DB#3- Can I see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt; Mommy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MC- Not today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DB #3- can I call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt; mommy I haven't seen her in three days...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MC- When we get home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DB #3- Mommy? Do the clouds move?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MC- Yes baby, the wind moves them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DB #3- Are they moving now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MC- I don't know baby I am driving, are they?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DB #3- I am hungry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MC- Snacks after homework baby you know this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DB #3- but I am REALLY hungry I haven't eaten in three days!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DB#3- Mommy where's aunt Jen?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MC- At home baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DB #3- I haven't seen her in three days!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MC- We will make a trip home soon, baby I miss Aunt Jen too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DB #3- Mommy I prayed to God for you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MC- you did, thank you baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DB #3- Oh, mommy I prayed to God for three days for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MC- Wow Ema, thanks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DB #3- Mommy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MC-Yes baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DB #3- Everyday, Kenna and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wivie&lt;/span&gt; are mean to me. They are mean to me for three whole days!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MC- I am sorry baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DB #3- Mommy? Can I go to dance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MC- Baby you will go tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DB #3- Good cause I have not seen Ms. Lou for three whole days!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DB #3- Mommy am i getting any bigger?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MC- Yes, baby you are getting big.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DB #3- I will be bigger in three whole days huh, mommy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;****Gotta love her!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-8172444785290390302?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/8172444785290390302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=8172444785290390302' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8172444785290390302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8172444785290390302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/01/seinfield-episode.html' title='A Seinfeld Episode...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-7196051332436747501</id><published>2009-01-27T08:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:47:23.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What The!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It took me forever to load the kids in the car this morning, I switch all the car seat 'cause Doodlebug #4 couldn't keep his feet off of #5's head...so I forgot where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; goes and we played musical car seat in the newly vacuumed car...well it's just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flippin&lt;/span&gt;' mess now. The Chief had to be at his second job at 7:30 a.m. and on time no doubt, so instead of 6:40 we were all awake at 6:00 and out the door at 7:10 all of us. I nursed the baby while walking to the car (before we played musical car seats), so I could put him in his seat at the last minute (he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;loathes&lt;/span&gt; his car seat). Then I dropped the Chief off with zero time to spare, then onto school. oh, yeah the baby is screaming the whole time...the WHOLE time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;********&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O.k. so normally my kids car pool, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of the Chief needing to be at work well you know. I unload all 5 kids, "cause DB #1 just had to show Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Burdick&lt;/span&gt; the baby. So in we go. Drop off DB #2 who is unhappy cause she wants to be last. The two toddlers are running up and down the halls. Db#3 ask to see Miss Cathy, but she is not in her class room yet. I promise we will check back after we drop DB #1 off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;********&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get to DB #1's class room and Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Burdick&lt;/span&gt; ask me why I didn't respond to the note she sent home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ehm&lt;/span&gt;....LAST WEEK! What the?!?!?! Seems DB #1 failed not one, but two math test and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;plummeted&lt;/span&gt; her average for this Friday....BOY I am a mom on top of things...well crap! I had even signed the note and NOT read the typed part. OOPS. Head back to see Miss Cathy...but... Miss. Cathy is out sick today and now...DB #3 is crying and running up and down the hall way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;********&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Head back to the car, load all this DB's 3-5 on the wrong side AGAIN...home by 8:15...I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' exhausted....BTW I hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;CRCT&lt;/span&gt; talk...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-7196051332436747501?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/7196051332436747501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=7196051332436747501' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/7196051332436747501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/7196051332436747501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/01/what.html' title='What The!?!?!?'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-1130939879572061198</id><published>2009-01-21T22:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:30:28.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roly Poly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doodlebug #5 is 15 weeks old today...and just when I needed some much needed sunshine in my day...he did this. What a big boy he is already and I am so glad I witnessed his little milestone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also hope you can appreciate and ignore the spit up stain in the crib. Oh, and because this is my blog...can I get a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; that is the cutest baby ever, shout out!" Just listen to him chat and giggle...oh, I could just eat him alive!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jn9Z9VyGgWw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jn9Z9VyGgWw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-1130939879572061198?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/1130939879572061198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=1130939879572061198' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/1130939879572061198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/1130939879572061198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/01/roly-poly.html' title='Roly Poly'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-4721889690454293922</id><published>2009-01-21T11:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:42:22.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(UPDATE) Quickly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*********UPDATE*********&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She also has tested positive for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; the flu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will post an update...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ema (aka Doodlebug #3) had her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stitches&lt;/span&gt; out early yesterday, She still is having an issue with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hematoma&lt;/span&gt; and will see the doctor in two weeks for another check of her neck. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a very sick child at home (day 2) and after 24 hours of fever (last night spiked at 104.3), scared the doo-doo out of me, landed us in the doctors office early this a.m. She (Doodlebug #2) has tested positive for strep and will have results from lab soon for the flu. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; do NOT need the flu running through my household. I don't even need strep running through my household.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So if I am off for a couple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; days this is why...please pray for us. The Chief and I haven't slept in a couple of days 'cause #5 Doodlebug has a severe stuffy nose and is not sleeping or nursing very well....joy oh, joy! Add in Doodlebug #2, high fever, middle of the night cooling showers with screaming sick child, waking up DB's 1,3,4, and 5...makes for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOOONNNNGGGGGG&lt;/span&gt; nights!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WE WILL SURVIVE...SLEEP IS OVER RATED ANYWAY, RIGHT?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-4721889690454293922?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/4721889690454293922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=4721889690454293922' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/4721889690454293922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/4721889690454293922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/01/quickly.html' title='(UPDATE) Quickly...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-8698150178486676126</id><published>2009-01-19T15:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:44:28.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates and Such</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, as you can see we have run into a slight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;problem&lt;/span&gt; with my Miss Ema. She has developed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hematoma&lt;/span&gt; on her neck. Basically, there is a pocket where the lymph node was taken out and it has filled with a blood clot (not the kind to worry about), anyway right now the incision site is very swollen along with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hematoma&lt;/span&gt;...so we are waiting for her precious little body to absorb it. It really needs to be much smaller by tomorrow at 8:15 a.m. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; she needs to get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stiches&lt;/span&gt; taken out. So that's where we are on that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On an UP UP UP UP note, the pathology report was A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;! Nothing to report but a perfectly functioning lymph node...Praise You Lord! Please keep praying for her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ema's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hematoma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SXTj2KwelKI/AAAAAAAAAbM/48YOYr7V4Yw/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293105981807301794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SXTj2KwelKI/AAAAAAAAAbM/48YOYr7V4Yw/s400/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ema after surgery was a HOOT! She was so very groggy and of course I caught a little on video.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was having a great time...just her and her bacon and eggs! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1PI8aEe08Cw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1PI8aEe08Cw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-8698150178486676126?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/8698150178486676126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=8698150178486676126' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8698150178486676126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8698150178486676126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/01/updates-and-such.html' title='Updates and Such'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SXTj2KwelKI/AAAAAAAAAbM/48YOYr7V4Yw/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-3159669280619067199</id><published>2009-01-19T11:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:34:45.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday...Post # 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright it's time again and I have lots today 'cause I haven't posted in a while...so head over to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/2009/01/not-me-monday-new-rules-read-carefully.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MckMama's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; and link your self up! Unload all your Not Me's and have a great laugh to start you Monday off right!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was NOT me that over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; while over hearing a nasty mom yell at her child and say, "You better be good or you won't get anything for Christmas." It was NOT me that said to my check out lady...."What that baby wants for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; is a new Mommy." Not Me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was NOT me that started a diet last week and have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;exercising&lt;/span&gt; every day faithfully, so it wasn't me that rubbed the biggest clothing burn between my thighs (cause I am NOT so very fat) and no I didn't require medical attention &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; the Chief because I was NOT having trouble walking...Not me I would never admit that, it's too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is NOT me who hasn't slept in two days 'cause all of a sudden Doodlebug #5 just decided to start waking up every 1 1/2 to 2 hours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;EVERYSINGLE&lt;/span&gt; NIGHT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was NOT me that called the Chief a nasty name (under my breath of course) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; he has NOT lost over 10 pounds and I only a mere 3...whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was NOT me that at church yesterday while listening to the pastor, realized his realistic visual was his son posing as Jesus right in front of us...It was NOT me that got tickled and turned to the Chief and said..."I can't believe I am nursing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of Jesus!" cause I am always very serious in church services....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;******************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So there you have it! Have a great NOT ME Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-3159669280619067199?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/3159669280619067199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=3159669280619067199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/3159669280619067199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/3159669280619067199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-me-mondaypost-10.html' title='Not Me Monday...Post # 10'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-416868607372841317</id><published>2009-01-14T07:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:12:33.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You See What I See? Made My Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you think you are looking at my e-mail in box from this morning, you are right. If you think you see a personal e-mail in my in box from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MckMama&lt;/span&gt;...YOU ARE RIGHT!!!!!!!!!! Man what a way to wake up! I have a message from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MckMama&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nana&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nana&lt;/span&gt;, boo-boo)....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK I will quite before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MckMama&lt;/span&gt; thinks I am a total nit-wit! However I am very excited! Who did I tell first? Well, my sissy of course...she got a call at 7:30 bright and early!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SW3iZf5JPmI/AAAAAAAAAbA/BACbBrbM95k/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291134064915988066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SW3iZf5JPmI/AAAAAAAAAbA/BACbBrbM95k/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So how did I get a response? Well, here is the attached e-mail. Her response was to my posting on one of her photo contest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;your comment has my crying with laughter and wetting my bed. at the same time. thanks a heap.&lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MckMama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. yes i am really, really serious: the miracle blanket is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;flippin&lt;/span&gt;' genius invention. 22 seconds flat. but you gotta wrap it nice and snug.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. 4-6? what are you talking about? i LOVE those hours. you know, those 2 hours that seem like 9 hours. my eardrums are bleeding from our 4-6 today. it was a real riot.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;On Tue, Jan 13, 2009 at 8:47 PM, Aimee &lt;&lt;a href="mailto:ajmoeg@mchsi.com" target="_blank"&gt;ajmoeg@mchsi.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt; wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260" target="_blank"&gt;Aimee&lt;/a&gt; has left a new comment on your post "&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/2009/01/22-degreescontest.html" target="_blank"&gt;-22 degrees...CONTEST!!&lt;/a&gt;":&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;o.k. here's the deal.&lt;br /&gt;1) The YMCA comment should win it's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;2) I am too tired to even try and think of a witty, funny, perfect caption for the precious photo, because of my four doodlebugs, one surgery yesterday on DB #3, and a new born.&lt;br /&gt;3) I NEED THAT MIRACLE BLANKET!&lt;br /&gt;4) you take charity cases...'cause I am one?&lt;br /&gt;5) seriously, why are the hours from 4-6 in the afternoon, like nails on a chalk board.&lt;br /&gt;6) are you serious about the 20 seconds flat? Like really really serious?&lt;br /&gt;7) if you even think for a second that I am begging...well, your right.&lt;br /&gt;Posted by Aimee to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/" target="_blank"&gt;my charming kids&lt;/a&gt; at 8:47 PM&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So this was fun, I still need a Miracle Blanket, but they are $30 so I probably won't be getting one, however I will look on e-bay tonight. So something just fun for today, for sure! Thank you MckMama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-416868607372841317?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/416868607372841317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=416868607372841317' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/416868607372841317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/416868607372841317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-you-see-what-i-see-made-my-day.html' title='Do You See What I See? Made My Day!'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SW3iZf5JPmI/AAAAAAAAAbA/BACbBrbM95k/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-6803238657021429876</id><published>2009-01-13T12:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:36:35.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged By My Sister...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I was tagged by my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeoflaughter.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sister&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; for this. Rules, go to your pictures. Pick your fourth file and then pick the fourth picture in your fourth file. Post the picture and a brief description. Then tag someone else....FUN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeoflaughter.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290829617395412642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWzNgUf4LqI/AAAAAAAAAa4/sCTFxnmycHs/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My sweet Doodlebug's covered in chocolate! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here is what you do when your want to have s'mores but it's the middle of August in the south and 800 million degrees HOT! You microwave the chocolate...thanks to the Chief this was his idea of fun! That night we also had chili and camp was set up in the girls room, yeah I was 8 months pregnant and in that (don't look at me or touch me mood!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I tag....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ashley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://razorbacksintexas.blogspot.com/"&gt;tollesons4him&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://livinginleesburg.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://cathyknits.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;Cathy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-6803238657021429876?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/6803238657021429876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=6803238657021429876' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6803238657021429876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6803238657021429876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged-by-my-sister.html' title='Tagged By My Sister...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWzNgUf4LqI/AAAAAAAAAa4/sCTFxnmycHs/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-851394824600066212</id><published>2009-01-12T06:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:14:39.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ema's Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;********UPDATE********&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are home and Ema is resting, everything went well. More later. Thank you for the prayers and thoughts!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*************************************************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, man (I thought I took the red eye out) sorry. Anyway it's early and we are about to head to the hospital with Ema. Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers and her doctors as well. Thank you and I covet and claim every prayer prayed for her today! I will post as soon as we get home and get settled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWsjugxLBjI/AAAAAAAAAaw/0MzOeZka9eg/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290361469253912114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWsjugxLBjI/AAAAAAAAAaw/0MzOeZka9eg/s400/059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWsjum9yqCI/AAAAAAAAAao/uw2kOezR3-c/s1600-h/s46205029_33693349_3602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290361470917453858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWsjum9yqCI/AAAAAAAAAao/uw2kOezR3-c/s400/s46205029_33693349_3602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWsjuWm130I/AAAAAAAAAag/7N21sFO2AyA/s1600-h/n46205029_33829458_7573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290361466526228290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWsjuWm130I/AAAAAAAAAag/7N21sFO2AyA/s400/n46205029_33829458_7573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-851394824600066212?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/851394824600066212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=851394824600066212' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/851394824600066212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/851394824600066212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/01/emas-surgery.html' title='Ema&apos;s Surgery'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWsjugxLBjI/AAAAAAAAAaw/0MzOeZka9eg/s72-c/059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-5114960590284160446</id><published>2009-01-10T21:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:19:52.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Not Get Enough....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWlW0Xex1gI/AAAAAAAAAaA/3J6xewjLMsI/s1600-h/145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289854694979655170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWlW0Xex1gI/AAAAAAAAAaA/3J6xewjLMsI/s400/145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWlWz7ufe9I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/PqOsOWE3mic/s1600-h/n46205029_33825410_3613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289854687529368530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWlWz7ufe9I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/PqOsOWE3mic/s400/n46205029_33825410_3613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWlWzxYU3KI/AAAAAAAAAZw/3zafNtXR2Cg/s1600-h/January_2009_045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289854684752043170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWlWzxYU3KI/AAAAAAAAAZw/3zafNtXR2Cg/s400/January_2009_045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not even if I tried&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-5114960590284160446?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/5114960590284160446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=5114960590284160446' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/5114960590284160446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/5114960590284160446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-not-get-enough.html' title='Can Not Get Enough....'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWlW0Xex1gI/AAAAAAAAAaA/3J6xewjLMsI/s72-c/145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-2981579997018088208</id><published>2009-01-08T20:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:56:44.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana's Little Chefs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Christmas, my mom (aka Dare Devil Nana) made the two older Doodlebug girls, aprons and chef hats. Their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; gift also consisted of complete kitchen utensils and a cook book. Of course we barely made it home and they were ready to go. They each picked a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recipe&lt;/span&gt; and Kenna picked oven baked pork chops with apples and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Livie&lt;/span&gt; pick...big shocker...ice cream cup cakes (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; with sugar). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I told my mom that the gift was perfect and also really truly a gift to me. I love getting one on one time with each of my children. They have already picked out the next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;recipes&lt;/span&gt; that they want to try out. I love these pictures to follow....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Livie's&lt;/span&gt; finished product.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWasIFoVdLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/v4e3IEjaOe4/s1600-h/135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289104067343512754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWasIFoVdLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/v4e3IEjaOe4/s400/135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leave some in the bowl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWasHp47A4I/AAAAAAAAAZg/c0zTRZlqWnk/s1600-h/133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289104059896890242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWasHp47A4I/AAAAAAAAAZg/c0zTRZlqWnk/s400/133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So excited she is using something electric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWasHcIq67I/AAAAAAAAAZY/J0MhEc1TqXI/s1600-h/132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289104056204848050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWasHcIq67I/AAAAAAAAAZY/J0MhEc1TqXI/s400/132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preparing the apples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWasGyVcU1I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/RZ2bpdUZ_Rw/s1600-h/164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289104044984128338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWasGyVcU1I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/RZ2bpdUZ_Rw/s400/164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Kenna Sue Sue... she was so sick of me snapping pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWasGYZavpI/AAAAAAAAAZI/tqzgpgDhnoA/s1600-h/163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289104038021480082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWasGYZavpI/AAAAAAAAAZI/tqzgpgDhnoA/s400/163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you mom for giving my girls a piece of my childhood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-2981579997018088208?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/2981579997018088208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=2981579997018088208' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/2981579997018088208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/2981579997018088208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/01/nanas-little-chefs.html' title='Nana&apos;s Little Chefs'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWasIFoVdLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/v4e3IEjaOe4/s72-c/135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-6185495190717967301</id><published>2009-01-08T09:13:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:25:18.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diamond in the Rough?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWYMH1mjOrI/AAAAAAAAAZA/kgPY7VCAaFE/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288928141180615346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWYMH1mjOrI/AAAAAAAAAZA/kgPY7VCAaFE/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWYMGi5cj1I/AAAAAAAAAY4/NV7XV_R5XAw/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288928118979727186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWYMGi5cj1I/AAAAAAAAAY4/NV7XV_R5XAw/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over Christmas we bought a building, yup a building. Actually shall I say we are buying a building, a commercial &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of property. We are mulling over too many ideas as to what to do with it. A few years ago the Lord gave me the name of a consignment store, and I hope to open it on the property. Now when I say commercial property I mean a diamond in the rough we hope. There is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mucho&lt;/span&gt; work to be done on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;premises&lt;/span&gt;...by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mucho&lt;/span&gt; I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! I would like to see the building turned into three units and lease out the other two. The Chief and I are praying about what God wants us to do with it. All this is down the road, so we shall see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My little man is now 3 months old. He is such a joy and last week laughed really hard out loud. The DB's 1 and 2 started school yesterday and all of us were ready. They had a great day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My house is still not finished, my contractors have "disappeared" and my railing for the porch is sitting on the porch, the steps need to be covered/re-built and two shudders are STILL missing...it's not pretty...I still have sheets or blankets hanging on the windows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;AANNNDDD&lt;/span&gt; I am still waiting on new carpet...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;AHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are running out of space in this house as, we know Grant will need to bunk with his brother sometime this summer. Now, I love to rearrange furniture so try and keep up with this one...Chief and I are moving into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;living room&lt;/span&gt; (I am excited about this as I always thought it would make a very nice bedroom) the boys will move into our room (we will set up an extra bed as the Chief put out word to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DFCS&lt;/span&gt; ladies that we would like to foster some little boys 0-2 years), the DB's girls will take the back of the house with DB #1 in her own room and #2 and #3 DB in the big room in the very back of the house. O.K. then we will attempt to make our dining room (which we do not use as our living room. Then...yes there is more the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt; room on the back will be turned into the dining room/a place to eat (this is a maybe). My kitchen will hold a table, but the Florida room will hold a bigger one....so I have my work cut out for me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ema (DB #3) had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-op yesterday...surgery is Monday I will know Friday what time. My precious Mom will be coming on Sunday and will get the girls off to school and keep Gunner at least, I may leave Grant as he is doing slightly better on the bottle. It's still NOT his favorite by any means, but if he is hungry he will eat.My MIL will keep Joel and I company at the hospital.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still have and am married to the greatest man God ever created!!! He works his butt off for this family and that doesn't come without a price. We miss him when he has busy weeks, it's tough, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;stressful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am getting over DB #4's new hair cut, I do miss his hair still.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cooked an entire family meal last night with a 3 month old on my hip start to finish. To feed my family we used an entire bag of chicken, 8 squash, and two boxes of rice. Chief said I will have to work just for that grocery bill...No, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even have any teenagers yet!!! No we did not have ANY leftovers either. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, is all this more than you wanted to know about us???? Probably, huh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-6185495190717967301?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/6185495190717967301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=6185495190717967301' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6185495190717967301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6185495190717967301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-and-that.html' title='This and That...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SWYMH1mjOrI/AAAAAAAAAZA/kgPY7VCAaFE/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-7770808170579690469</id><published>2009-01-05T07:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T07:19:06.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday...Post # 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Well, well, well, would you look at that...IT'S MONDAY! Head over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/2009/01/not-me-monday.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for more not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;me's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT have to hold back the tears when for Christmas I did NOT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; not one but two guns...yes guns from the Chief. I was NOT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; excited that I could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hardly&lt;/span&gt; contain myself....these were NOT tears of joy...:-( 'cause I am ALWAYS grateful for whatever I get for Christmas, 'cause it's the thought that counts right???? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GUN's&lt;/span&gt;????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT forget to changed Doodlebug #4's sheets after he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pee'd&lt;/span&gt; in them and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Idid&lt;/span&gt; NOT put him to sleep that night in pee-pee sheets, NOPE NOT ME! I am a mother who never forgets to do anything...NOT ME!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT pout and did NOT pitch a fit at the New Years Eve party 'cause the Chief made us go home at 11:00 and I was NOT mad 'cause I was beating my f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;riend&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;boxing&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't do this 'cause I knew my little DB was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; tired and really did need to go home...NOT ME!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT smile when I ran out of Gain and knew I was through with laundry till I got some more....NOT ME I am ALWAYS on top of my laundry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I DID NOT go to a birthday party (that was NOT a sleep over) and leave two Doodlebug's when I left...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do NOT still have my Christmas tree up and I do NOT turn the lights on every evening either...NOT ME!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-7770808170579690469?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/7770808170579690469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=7770808170579690469' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/7770808170579690469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/7770808170579690469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-me-mondaypost-9.html' title='Not Me Monday...Post # 9'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-8663658680470639841</id><published>2009-01-02T23:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:25:41.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Chief</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;......that's my blog name... since I last posted I have had several comments that 1) fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; didn't know that the Chief was actually a Chief and 2) where Mrs. Chief came from...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here's the deal...my Chief is an actual Chief. Chief of police that is in our little town...and I am the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;police&lt;/span&gt; chief's wife. Wondering minds want to know? There you go. :-) I aim to please!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will finally be checking up on all the blogs I have missed over Christmas. The doodlebugs and I needed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; some quality family time, so my time on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt; has been sparse, and time with my family has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MUCHO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note/reminder: Join my "Follow Me" see it? It's right there on the right). Remember there is a special prize (a good one too) for the lucky winner of the number the Chief chose when Mrs. Chief (that's me) reaches 100 followers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I now must go and peek around my favorite sites, see you later!!!! In blogging world that is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-8663658680470639841?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/8663658680470639841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=8663658680470639841' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8663658680470639841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8663658680470639841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2009/01/mrs-chief.html' title='Mrs. Chief'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-2148752449515954653</id><published>2008-12-31T09:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:34:25.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. G</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, how I wanted my first post back from Christmas to be filled with reliving our wonderful time with family and friends...but no, that is one post that will take a back seat to what I endured yesterday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SVuBs4E1jOI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Acp6M5_j-oY/s1600-h/167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285961195616308450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SVuBs4E1jOI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Acp6M5_j-oY/s400/167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUSTED! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img class="gl_italic" alt="Italic" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SVuBsU2YmdI/AAAAAAAAAYo/CxL7LZcjwfk/s1600-h/168.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285961186160450002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SVuBsU2YmdI/AAAAAAAAAYo/CxL7LZcjwfk/s400/168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was he going for racing stripes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SVuBr7GBKJI/AAAAAAAAAYg/KXbAK31ZMSs/s1600-h/174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285961179246700690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SVuBr7GBKJI/AAAAAAAAAYg/KXbAK31ZMSs/s400/174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is what I get for calling the Chief home to fix it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SVuBqvfN6HI/AAAAAAAAAYY/AYv5n-QRSCQ/s1600-h/176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285961158951299186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SVuBqvfN6HI/AAAAAAAAAYY/AYv5n-QRSCQ/s400/176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is so wrong on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; many levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SVuBqV0a_EI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/tBoUC7wIWz8/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285961152060914754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SVuBqV0a_EI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/tBoUC7wIWz8/s400/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Oh, and this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much better too....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-2148752449515954653?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/2148752449515954653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=2148752449515954653' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/2148752449515954653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/2148752449515954653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/12/mr-g.html' title='Mr. G'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SVuBs4E1jOI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Acp6M5_j-oY/s72-c/167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-5638597947288479093</id><published>2008-12-23T08:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:46:58.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Reminder....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ema is schedule for the removal and biopsy of the soft tissue mass in her neck on January 12th. Thank you for your prayers this morning. I was great in the office...not so great in the car!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ema's appointment with Dr. Wilson is this morning at 10:45 he is a general surgeon here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bainbridge&lt;/span&gt;. I will update as soon as I get home! Much Love!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-5638597947288479093?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/5638597947288479093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=5638597947288479093' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/5638597947288479093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/5638597947288479093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/12/reminder.html' title='Update Reminder....'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-4764447369987760470</id><published>2008-12-22T13:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:29:04.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HATS!!!!! WANT ONE?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; makes these hats and I LOVE them! I ordered them for gifts this year and she gave them to my Doodlebugs as gifts. If you want one please let me know...aren't they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SU_bP2dxIKI/AAAAAAAAAYI/9-J-yRo-4L0/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282681953293770914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SU_bP2dxIKI/AAAAAAAAAYI/9-J-yRo-4L0/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Sweet (Chilly) Doodlebugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-4764447369987760470?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/4764447369987760470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=4764447369987760470' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/4764447369987760470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/4764447369987760470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/12/hats-want-one.html' title='HATS!!!!! WANT ONE?????'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SU_bP2dxIKI/AAAAAAAAAYI/9-J-yRo-4L0/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-8032414455540193259</id><published>2008-12-22T13:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:17:35.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday...Post # 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282679902045573906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SU_ZYc-FkxI/AAAAAAAAAYA/8-2mgT3nryo/s400/NotMeMonday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is NOT me that is missing me mom and sister so terribly today that I am finding it hard to breath and carry out my tasks....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-8032414455540193259?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/8032414455540193259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=8032414455540193259' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8032414455540193259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8032414455540193259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-me-mondaypost-8.html' title='Not Me Monday...Post # 8'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SU_ZYc-FkxI/AAAAAAAAAYA/8-2mgT3nryo/s72-c/NotMeMonday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-8087033836141850099</id><published>2008-12-21T21:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:12:43.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know What MY God Can Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He can turn our Sorrows into Joy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SU72FLXKimI/AAAAAAAAAX4/bbE-ei1u0ao/s1600-h/s1064229100_30093156_8322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282429981761899106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SU72FLXKimI/AAAAAAAAAX4/bbE-ei1u0ao/s400/s1064229100_30093156_8322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He can give Hope to the Hopeless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SU72FENQPNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/wJEGhP3UUsc/s1600-h/s1064229100_30093155_8068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282429979841281234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SU72FENQPNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/wJEGhP3UUsc/s400/s1064229100_30093155_8068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He can HEAL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SU72E8CPJEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ckF3BS4-_gs/s1600-h/t1064229100_30093152_7302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282429977647588418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 56px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SU72E8CPJEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ckF3BS4-_gs/s400/t1064229100_30093152_7302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He can Do the Impossible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SU72E68jO-I/AAAAAAAAAXg/om_5PpNBAcU/s1600-h/t1064229100_30093153_7553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282429977355303906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 56px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SU72E68jO-I/AAAAAAAAAXg/om_5PpNBAcU/s400/t1064229100_30093153_7553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katelyn Marie Williams was born to our friends Amy and Eric Williams. Katelyn was only 22 weeks gestation. She weighs 1 pound 7 ounces. She has a twin sister named Karalyn, who at the present time is still in her loving mommy's womb. This family needs a miracle in a BIG way. Please add them to your personal prayer list and others you may think of. My God can do this...miracles are NOT just limited to the holidays....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Expecting a Miracle, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aimee'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-8087033836141850099?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/8087033836141850099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=8087033836141850099' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8087033836141850099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8087033836141850099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know-what-my-god-can-do.html' title='You Know What MY God Can Do?'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SU72FLXKimI/AAAAAAAAAX4/bbE-ei1u0ao/s72-c/s1064229100_30093156_8322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-1561332934289922249</id><published>2008-12-18T20:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:52:37.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am thinking of a number...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I have been stalled out on my "Follow Me" and because I am totally desperate and because I get totally tickled when I realize that someone decided to "Follow Me", I thought now would be a good time for a contest. So, I am thinking of a number between 22 and 100. The chief already picked the number and when I reach 100, the lucky winner will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; a gift from me in appreciation for following me. I would like to say sorry to losers 1-22...and no you may NOT stop following me and then follow me again. On your honor? Good. So lets hope this works out...so get going all you who visit me and don't add me...you may be in for a sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-1561332934289922249?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/1561332934289922249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=1561332934289922249' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/1561332934289922249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/1561332934289922249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-thinking-of-number.html' title='I am thinking of a number...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-189545597383927760</id><published>2008-12-18T09:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T10:26:17.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ema Moore (aka Doodlebug #3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Four years ago today Ema was born into this world. She is a singing, dancing, contagious little girl. She loves her siblings so very much and is one animated spit fire! I love you my precious little girl. What joy you bring to my life each and every day! Happy Birthday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SUpnrc9vDDI/AAAAAAAAAXY/iL3iE7vJ-QE/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281147509252492338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SUpnrc9vDDI/AAAAAAAAAXY/iL3iE7vJ-QE/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SUpnqx16NLI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/f9nHwcxdNjo/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281147497676944562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SUpnqx16NLI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/f9nHwcxdNjo/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SUpnqIWBFjI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8y_ZMIB43e8/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281147486537324082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SUpnqIWBFjI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8y_ZMIB43e8/s400/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SUpnph_Q5aI/AAAAAAAAAXA/emPNDQjt_8c/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281147476241343906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SUpnph_Q5aI/AAAAAAAAAXA/emPNDQjt_8c/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SUpnpLJSvcI/AAAAAAAAAW4/t8nUrRMerck/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281147470109392322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SUpnpLJSvcI/AAAAAAAAAW4/t8nUrRMerck/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a side note, we are in month 8 of seeing a ENT for a severly swollen lymph node Ema has on the right side of her neck. On Tuesday we will be visiting a second ENT Dr. wilson to speak with him about the decision for a biopsy...I would appreciate from a mother's heart if you would keep Ema, Dr. Wilson, Joel and I in your prayers as decisions are made. Thank you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-189545597383927760?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/189545597383927760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=189545597383927760' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/189545597383927760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/189545597383927760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/12/ema-moore-aka-doodlebug-3.html' title='Ema Moore (aka Doodlebug #3)'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SUpnrc9vDDI/AAAAAAAAAXY/iL3iE7vJ-QE/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-334194025986163420</id><published>2008-12-15T08:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:20:10.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday...Post #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good morning...well it's a Monday!!! Time for the Not Me's Post. Head over to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MCK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; for more Not Me's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT say "Did you ever quick claim the  deed to the house over to me?" when the Chief said he wasn't feeling that well and maybe he was dying or having a heart attack...no NOT me. My first concern was the safety of my beloved husband and his health.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT hear a lady at Wally World say "Do I need to take you home with me for your own safety?" after I ran doodlebug #5 into a display case while in the buggy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT say to said lady, "Good thing I had him buckled in!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT think the lady continued to follow me throughout the store.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT slap the Chief when he said my bangs looked like a poodle yesterday, only to NOT follow it up with drop kick when he did NOT find three grey hairs on my head and proceeded to NOT pull them out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT look at Doodlebug #5 and asked him, "What's wrong with you, why are you crying? No seriously, why are you crying?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT really want an answer from Doodlebug #5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT realize this week that Doodlebug #1 is NOT turning into me right before my eyes! NOT scary at all....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT find out this weekend that the ONLY thing Doodlebug #4 wants for Christmas is NOT a soccer ball. We did NOT purchase everything but a soccer ball for him either...He did NOT toddle his little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hinnie&lt;/span&gt; up to Santa and say, "I wan a sucker ball."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT want to eat him alive in that moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT go home and pick out the toy that was going back so I could get him his Sucker Ball.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Al right ladies it's your turn....have at it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-334194025986163420?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/334194025986163420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=334194025986163420' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/334194025986163420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/334194025986163420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-me-mondaypost-7.html' title='Not Me Monday...Post #7'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-6544151329376616357</id><published>2008-12-12T07:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:00:42.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12/12/76</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;32 today I am! I was awakened this morning at 6:20a.m. with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; most beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scene&lt;/span&gt;. The Chief carrying waffles and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pomegranate&lt;/span&gt;/blueberry juice and Doodlebugs #1-4 all singing happy birthday. I got two cards, candy, chocolate, did I mention breakfast in bed too!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Chief &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;visited&lt;/span&gt; Wally World at 1:00a.m. this morning and got up at 6:00a.m. He got the kids, got breakfast, got cards signed...I am a happy girl! My mom (AKA dare devil Nana) and sissy are coming here today I can't wait! It's gonna be a great day. The Chief also has already arranged a sitter for the Doodlebugs Saturday night so we can go celebrate my birthday! I LOVE MY BIRTHDAY, I DO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. It's 7:45 and the Chief is passed out on the couch snoring....all in a days work!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-6544151329376616357?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/6544151329376616357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=6544151329376616357' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6544151329376616357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6544151329376616357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/12/121276.html' title='12/12/76'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-5110924515026665855</id><published>2008-12-11T08:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:33:04.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Start with Princess Girls Only Christmas Birthday Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well on Saturday we celebrated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Doodlebug&lt;/span&gt; #3's 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. Although her ACTUAL birthday is the 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, over the years the poor child has only had 1 party and that was her first birthday! So I was determined to do the party early enough so everybody would be able to make the event. Another thing I decided to do was pretty much pay for a party, so I wouldn't have to do anything. We found a Princess Heaven (Polka-Dots) it's a fairly new store in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bainbridge&lt;/span&gt; and in the back of the store, is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;transformed&lt;/span&gt; room just for girls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had twelve little Princesses who got their make-up and nails done, played dress up and walked over to the square for a fashion show. We played games and learned the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cha&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cha&lt;/span&gt; and ended with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hokie&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pokie&lt;/span&gt;! We filled up on cake and ice cream and Ema ended the day with the best part....PRESENTS! It was fun (I was still tired though).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ema's blowing out her candle!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SUETxhL4JQI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ndvIEU-yWL0/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278521979697636610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SUETxhL4JQI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ndvIEU-yWL0/s400/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy and Doodlebug #1 coming back from the fashion show (also, here are the dreaded bangs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SUETVgIDdhI/AAAAAAAAAWo/eC2UeUz_srY/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278521498376828434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SUETVgIDdhI/AAAAAAAAAWo/eC2UeUz_srY/s400/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My three girl Doodlebugs, make-up, nails, and earrings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SUETVdeppuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Jnbh6MfI9-w/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278521497666299618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SUETVdeppuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Jnbh6MfI9-w/s400/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were LOTS and LOTS of babies too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SUETVCEQ_WI/AAAAAAAAAWY/57s_PxAqCMU/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278521490307874146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SUETVCEQ_WI/AAAAAAAAAWY/57s_PxAqCMU/s400/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;neice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt; got all the BLUE eyeshadow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SUETUhgJFmI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vJ7qMcthuqc/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278521481566426722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SUETUhgJFmI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vJ7qMcthuqc/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wonderful cake...it was a HIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SUETUJLhefI/AAAAAAAAAWI/9NFrVAsrBhQ/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278521475037493746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SUETUJLhefI/AAAAAAAAAWI/9NFrVAsrBhQ/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the girls there wore their Christmas dresses. The were all beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-5110924515026665855?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/5110924515026665855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=5110924515026665855' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/5110924515026665855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/5110924515026665855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-start-with-princess-girls-only.html' title='Lets Start with Princess Girls Only Christmas Birthday Party!'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SUETxhL4JQI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ndvIEU-yWL0/s72-c/060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-493138389453441018</id><published>2008-12-10T21:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:16:01.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am I swear...I know you all have just been checking SERVERAL times a day to see if I have posted... just waiting on the edge of your seats. Well here's what you have to look forward to tomorrow!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doodlebug #3's Princess Girls Only Christmas Birthday Party&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doodlebug #5's 8 week update&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doodlebug #'s 1 and 2 Christmas program&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day #4 of the Love Dare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have plenty to post...just trying to find the time to sit and do it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-493138389453441018?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/493138389453441018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=493138389453441018' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/493138389453441018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/493138389453441018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/12/still-here.html' title='Still Here!'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-5150539248563788580</id><published>2008-12-08T10:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:22:39.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday...Post #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;girlies&lt;/span&gt;!!! It's time! Head over to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MCK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; for more Not Me's!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, how will I top last week's not me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stress 'cause&lt;/span&gt; I have writers block about my Not Me's!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I most certainly did not flip the Chief the bird, 'cause he most certainly was NOT watching me in the road writing with the girls in sidewalk chalk and lifted the window and shouted "say no to crack, babe" through the screen. First, I would NEVER make such a crude jester and second, the Chief would NEVER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrass&lt;/span&gt; me with such a "shout" out like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Chief did NOT toss a shot put (yes, shot put) at my bottom to see if it would NOT bounce. My butt is so very tight and firm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did not feed the kiddies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;caramel&lt;/span&gt; cake for breakfast two days in a row&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT take a picture of myself with my new coffee maker...NOT me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT curse my new bangs five times a day since they were cut.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also did NOT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;embarrass&lt;/span&gt; my doodlebug girls at #4's birthday by doing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hokie&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pokie&lt;/span&gt;. I did NOT really enjoy doing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hokie&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Pokie&lt;/span&gt; either.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I most CERTAINLY did NOT under any circumstances deposit the Chief's Christmas bonus in my account by pure "accident"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also did not use said deposit to purchase a birthday present for....yup....NOT me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-5150539248563788580?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/5150539248563788580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=5150539248563788580' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/5150539248563788580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/5150539248563788580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-me-mondaypost-6.html' title='Not Me Monday...Post #6'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-5178590441315043804</id><published>2008-12-07T20:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:53:18.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's Power??? What??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Doodelbug&lt;/span&gt; #1- Mommy, why does God have to save us all from Santa's power?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy/Daddy- ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy- What are you talking about baby?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doodlebug #1- You know how it sings in the song? "To save us all from Santa's power." (she sang )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LIGHT BULB&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy- You mean in the song God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman? No, baby they are saying Satan's Power, not Santa's Power!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doodlebug #1- Oh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy/Daddy- LOTS OF LAUGHTER!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-5178590441315043804?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/5178590441315043804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=5178590441315043804' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/5178590441315043804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/5178590441315043804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/12/santas-power-what.html' title='Santa&apos;s Power??? What??'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-5027975428848027324</id><published>2008-12-05T16:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:04:51.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang Disaster Double Whammy Cow Lick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bright Idea: Got bangs (lots and lots of bangs) yesterday and a hair cut!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didn't See It Coming: Woke up looking like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cheeha&lt;/span&gt; pet, they are WAY out of control.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish I Could: Win the lottery so I could have my hair dresser live with me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying Not To: Scare the public or any small children!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should: Post a picture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scared: I may hear you laughing over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Definitely: Regretting!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wondering: Are Bangs trainable?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoping: My new bangs grow out really fast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Popping: Loads of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-natal vitamins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanting: To cry :-(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-5027975428848027324?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/5027975428848027324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=5027975428848027324' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/5027975428848027324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/5027975428848027324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/12/bang-disaster-double-whammy-cow-lick.html' title='Bang Disaster Double Whammy Cow Lick!'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-628827597893990410</id><published>2008-12-04T21:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:51:51.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Dare Day #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, instead of laying out the Chief's clothes this morning I woke up mouth wide open about to say..."It's Thursday! Did you take out the garbage?" Now my hubby came in at 3:30a.m. (remember 2 jobs) so it was 6:40a.m. Normally I do get him up, well 'cause it's his job to do the trash and he nine times out of ten forgets. So, guess what (why couldn't it just be laying out the man's clothes or fixing his toothbrush) no I in 32 degrees go outside and roll the trash can to the front.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O.K. here is what I have been thinking about all day. So as I am rolling the trash can I notice that it is light as a feather. Well, see we have two trash cans (big family) when I get it to the curb I open it up and low and behold it's empty. I open the second trash can and it's full, but it's already at the curb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;See, our neighbor (the Mayor) had come over before I made it to the trash can and took it to the curb. He completed my dare. His act of kindness (taking the can to the road) was done because he loves our little family!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shiver back inside. Wow! So I did lay the Chief's clothes out and I was extra attentive to the Chief today because guess what? Today is our 9 year anniversary. If you haven't read our testimony please do so &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-testimony.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. See every year for Joel and I is met with such joy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;great fullness&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day three: Selfishness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you relinquish your rights for the sake of your mate, you get the chance to lose yourself to the greater purpose of marriage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love that "lose yourself". We are talking about laying "self" down, forgetting "self", leaving "self" this would be an easy time to say well, when he shows me...then I will show him. When he does for me...I will do for him. The thing is that as you are doing these dares and practicing selflessness (it's not easy if you are not used to it) it you, us, me are the ones being changed and affected.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it comes to Joel I don't feel like I have a hard time with selfishness. He pretty much comes first in my life anyway, and his needs as well. However, when Doodlebug #1 was born I practiced the life of "Joel who?" "My husband, what?" he was the last thing i even thought about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a side note, can I just say that serving your husband, it not DEMEANING at all. I could go on about this and it wouldn't be pretty, but make his plate, his drink, clear his plate for him. Serve him as you do your children, and do it not looking for anything in return. Regard him more important than yourself (that's biblical truth).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dare: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Along with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;restraining&lt;/span&gt; from negative comments (what?! are you kidding me?!)buy your spouse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; that says "I was thinking about you today". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I may have to do this tomorrow, but I did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; Joel this week with a hunting rifle he wanted, I called the man told him to tell the Chief he had sold it. I had full intentions on keeping it until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, but when the Chief found out it was sold he sulked like a little baby. So I gave it to him early! I loved it and it was great! He was shocked, and I had a TON of fun teasing him about it being sold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; I will go get him a card and gum and a Flex magazine. That should do until day #4!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOTE: Last night Joel was almost hit while on a traffic stop. He had stopped a car and just like you see in the reality television someone was watching the blue lights instead of observing the "move over" law. This man ran into the back of the car infront of him just missing Joel and the car he had stopped. I thank God for His protection over my Chief last night and every other night for that matter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chief: I dearly love you. You are my friend, lover, provider, protector, other half, help mate and confidant. I am so thankful to be knitted together with you. I am greatful for the miracle God gave us. I know in my knower, you are forever mine!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-628827597893990410?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/628827597893990410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=628827597893990410' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/628827597893990410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/628827597893990410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-dare-day-3.html' title='Love Dare Day #3'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-8380112922633385822</id><published>2008-12-04T09:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:46:22.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Too Early For This!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was this necessary really? I mean dad-gum-it, are you kidding me? The whole bottle in his hair. Way to start the day Doodlebug #4. You should see the floor and counter tops! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/STfsv3ZtMyI/AAAAAAAAAVg/4hlcjErAl8s/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275945795557602082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/STfsv3ZtMyI/AAAAAAAAAVg/4hlcjErAl8s/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-8380112922633385822?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/8380112922633385822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=8380112922633385822' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8380112922633385822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8380112922633385822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-too-early-for-this.html' title='It&apos;s Too Early For This!'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/STfsv3ZtMyI/AAAAAAAAAVg/4hlcjErAl8s/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-3448635260977817346</id><published>2008-12-03T19:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:26:39.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Dare Day #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, crap. This stuff is gonna be harder than I thought! So love. Well, lets just say I guess I only thought I knew all love is defined by. So yesterday's dare was to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;refrain&lt;/span&gt; from saying anything harsh or unkind and show patients of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;some kind&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, to live with my hubby the Chief you have to have patients. HE IS THE MOST FORGETFUL PERSON I HAVE EVER MET! I have to think for him on a daily basis, so I was thinking how God MUST have knitted us together 'cause I have a memory like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' elephant. So I did bite my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; once yesterday evening, I thought I would get through the whole day without even an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; I even at the ladies meeting commented that I hadn't even seen the Chief so I was "off the hook", well ha ha on me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I get home and there lies all the Chief's hunting clothes including this 50lb. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;abominable&lt;/span&gt; snow man suit, in the floor of the bed room. O.k. I had bathed all five and took them to church in their p.j.'s thinking ahead that I would be running way past bed time when we got home. I cleaned up the house, and three out of the five had fallen asleep on the way home. I brought all 5 in ALONE, took off shoes ALONE, placed three heavy doodlebug &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hinnies&lt;/span&gt; on the top bunks (ALONE), Put DB #1 in bed and did prayers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;x's&lt;/span&gt;4 ALONE. Then nursed one screaming infant (of course) ALONE! Walk into the bedroom FINALLY to put DB #5 down and there is a HUGE pile of hunting crap on the floor...it just set me off, really it did and had the Chief been there I would have failed the dare completely I just know it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I put all the stuff away, but it took me about 30 minutes. I went through...I am gonna call him, then, I am gonna text him, then. I am gonna put it all in the bed on HIS side...then, a little voice saying "it's only day 1" . So I cleaned it all up. I did and never said a word.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's where I struggle, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt; you he never took note. That just kills me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now today's dare is on love. I have two quotes that stood out to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Love in it's truest sense is not based on feelings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.You will never learn to love until you learn to demonstrate kindness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dare:In addition to not saying anything unkind to you spouse again today (what??? Again?) do at least one act of kindness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I was thinking that my picking up the clothes (act of kindness) and NOT saying anything (dare #1) I had just killed two birds with one stone! Yea me! I am a day ahead!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am half way kidding. I haven't seen my Chief today except for a brief moment. I did however let him nap (he works two jobs) and didn't ask him to grill tonight (I have this thing about raw meat) and I started the grill on my own and put the chicken on and everything. I hope he comes home before I go to bed so I can fix his plate. If not I will probably lay his clothes out in the morning or something like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So love comes softly ( I loved those Janet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Oake&lt;/span&gt; books) but it really does. The way Joel and I love now is so different from the way we loved before we were married and well into our marriage as well. Love is learned, it's practiced, it's really not a feeling...it's an action. So do, do, do...and you will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;discover&lt;/span&gt; love, love, love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-3448635260977817346?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/3448635260977817346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=3448635260977817346' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/3448635260977817346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/3448635260977817346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-dare-day-2.html' title='Love Dare Day #2'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-2816715953230663293</id><published>2008-12-02T16:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:49:46.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's The Little Things That Make Me Happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When someone cleans out their closets, or old Christmas stuff and passes it along. When my mom or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; has an old item they no longer use and give it to me. I love things like that. What's the old saying? One girls trash is another girls treasure...that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today my simple pleasure was this. I thought Santa's elves were putting the swing set together wrong so I went online to prove I knew more than them....and what? The thing was selling for $200 less than what we paid for it 9 days ago...hold the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' phone. Next thing I knew I was in full "can I speak to the manager" mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, guess what made my day? I am leaving in the morning to go to Albany to Toys R Us to get my $200. We are only two days away from being out of the 14 day policy and all that just made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Ashley you free to grab lunch?? Jen and I are planning a quick lunch before I have to head back. Let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply Satisfied!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-2816715953230663293?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/2816715953230663293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=2816715953230663293' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/2816715953230663293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/2816715953230663293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-little-things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='It&apos;s The Little Things That Make Me Happy!'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-8796654932462118985</id><published>2008-12-02T09:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:59:02.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Dare Day #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright, so I will be honest with you. I am scared to start this challenge. I need to let you know that I am 31 (at least for a few more days) years old and I have started lots of bible studies lots...but I have yet to EVER finish a single one of them! Hope over at&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkadoodledoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pinkadoodledo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;knows this all too well. Also my friend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ashley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, who is completing her Love Dare challenge can write her thoughts so evenly and plainly getting every point to be made and wrapping it all up in a great paragraph at the end...mine will be NOTHING like that. I am fly by the seat of my feelings and talk raw and open. Please also don't ever look for my post to be without spelling errors (I am a horrible speller) the type where spell check doesn't even pick up on the error, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grammar&lt;/span&gt;...well you can just toss that right out the window!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O.K. with that being said and all my disclaimers out in the open, please pray for me through this and all the ladies that are doing it. I am not taking this challenge lightly at all. So here we go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right off the bat I dis-agree with a statement in the book, it states "Few of us do patients well, and none of us do it naturally." My sister is a naturally patient person, she has been this way since she was a child. It is something the Holy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Spirit&lt;/span&gt; breathed into her spirit from day one. She is very slow to anger...very very slow. Her patients is a gift from God. Me? 360 degrees in the other direction running no less!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In regards to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt;, I have learned over the years, many many years that I often get a better result by keeping my BIG MOUTH SHUT! In fact, by not saying anything, Joel hears me loud and clear. I am not talking about the silent treatment, out of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;teaching&lt;/span&gt;" him a lesson. I am talking about, shutting my mouth and letting God talk to Joel one on one. If I would say all I wanted to say in that very moment as I often do the whole thing back fires and blows up in my face! Big time. Then I am left back-peddling and have a bigger mess on my hands than I started with. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Patients is where love meets wisdom" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;! This is a thought provoking statement. If you practice and execute patients out of love are you not wiser for it? Heck yeah, I am. I am a big fan of choice...I am taken aback by how most every situation we face is by some choice we made and then that choice leads us down road A or road B. In a heated moment it really is a split &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; choice as to how I will handle the rest of my"road".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Patients allows your spouse permission to be human". This is something I need practiced on me more than I need to practice. The example of the keys being locked in the car has happened to me...Joel gets mad, I feel stupid...but I am just human. I will make LOTS and LOTS of mistakes over and over again. Do I allow Joel to be human? When he gets upset with me for locking my keys in the car, do I then get mad at him for getting mad at me? He is just human and made a "choice" to get mad. What would happen if I didn't break into tears, and not say "like I did it on purpose" what if I showed him patients even when he lacked his. I wonder what his reaction would be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dare: Resolve to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;demonstrate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;patients&lt;/span&gt; and not say anything negative at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I will need to wait for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to arise, however I mainly try not to say anything negative or anything that will squelch Joel's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;spirit&lt;/span&gt;. I do fail, and usually it's quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;miserably&lt;/span&gt; too. So I will let you know tomorrow how I did and if an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; if any did or did not arise!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-8796654932462118985?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/8796654932462118985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=8796654932462118985' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8796654932462118985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8796654932462118985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-dare-day-1.html' title='Love Dare Day #1'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-7166874904866298093</id><published>2008-12-01T19:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:32:07.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Join If You Can The Love Dare Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanted to let you all know that a girlfriend and I are starting the 40-day Love Dare (from the movie Fireproof) challenge. I have not seen the movie yet, but have so enjoyed my friend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ashley's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; post as she went through it and is just about finished with her 40 days. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt;, if you have been thinking about it, lets do it! We should be through a little after the new year and what a better way to bring in the new year than with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;strengthening&lt;/span&gt;  the foundation of your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;**********&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The book is about $15 and should be available in most christian bookstores. I would love if you would join me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-7166874904866298093?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/7166874904866298093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=7166874904866298093' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/7166874904866298093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/7166874904866298093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/12/please-join-if-you-can-love-dare.html' title='Please Join If You Can The Love Dare Challenge'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-6898132163005330814</id><published>2008-12-01T09:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:30:09.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday...Post #5...Special Addition- Me and Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright ladies it's "grab your extra pair of panties" time...head over to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://%3ccenter%3e%20%3ca%20href=%22http//www.mycharmingkids.net/%22%3E%20%3Cimg%20src=%22http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/ONCEUPONABLOG/NotMeMonday.jpg%22/%3E%20%3C/a%3E%3C/center%3E"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; for more Not Me's! I have a special addition Not Me today as it will entail some of my Mom's Not Me's over Thanksgiving! Enjoy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom and I did NOT put the most gigantic pan of stuffing on the stove to get to room temperature and then Mom did NOT turn on the wrong eye of the stove and then did NOT proceed to BLOW UP THE STUFFING! Glass everywhere food ruined. I also could NOT NOT think of anything to say but "Please don't cry Mom, Please don't cry" to which mom did NOT reply and I quote "I am so gonna cry".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom/Nana did NOT accept a "double dare" from her 8 year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grandson&lt;/span&gt; and then did most certainly NOT proceed to ride her 7 year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;granddaughters&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bicycle&lt;/span&gt; down a steep hill. Then of course my mother did NOT "bottom out" and instead of standing right up, she did NOT hold on to the handle bars and let that bike ride her! Nope she didn't! She also did NOT then proceed to "bounce" off the back tire and land most gracefully in the grass. Nope not my mom!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT catch the WHOLE thing on video...NOT ME!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom has NOT forbidden me from posting the video!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am NOT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;secretly&lt;/span&gt; very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; that I cannot share said video!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom and I both did NOT pee our pants with laughter after the bike riding, double daring "incident"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT just between last two NOT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ME's&lt;/span&gt; have to change doodlebug #5's diaper and did not sling a drop of hand sanitizer in his eye...Nope Not Me! OUCH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is also NOT screaming.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do NOT for a minute think that I could win the $100,000 prize if I submitted my "Nana Bottoms Out On Bike" video to America's Funniest Videos. No NOT me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT alreay spend my $100,000 in my head. No Not Me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did not take/sneak two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Leapsters&lt;/span&gt; and put them in my buggy well before 5:00a.m. on Black Friday even though the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart employee was watching me like a hawk. No Not Me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ballistic&lt;/span&gt; when on Tuesday on my way home the Chief called and told me how great the pecan pie was...yeah that meant he ate it! That pie was going to Albany for Thanksgiving. I also could not, NOT think of anything to say but, "You better run and NOT be there when I get home!" Not Me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright ladies hope you enjoyed I am laughing just re-living them. Have a happy NOT ME MONDAY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-6898132163005330814?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/6898132163005330814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=6898132163005330814' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6898132163005330814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6898132163005330814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-me-mondaypost-5special-addition-me.html' title='Not Me Monday...Post #5...Special Addition- Me and Mom!'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-5944014022903416406</id><published>2008-11-30T19:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:26:03.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Climax, GA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the name of the town we live in. It's a small town between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bainbridge&lt;/span&gt;, GA and Cairo, GA. Everyday at 12 and 6 the church bells ring and or play a hymn one street over from our home. Climax is the highest point in Decatur County &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hence&lt;/span&gt; it's name. Anyway, my hubby the Chief is the police chief of our town, we live next door to the mayor and it's just a sweet town of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yester&lt;/span&gt; year". The home we live in was built in 1912 and is an old farm house, we have a small pecan grove &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;adjacent&lt;/span&gt; to the property and we love it! We have a total community of about 300.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, Climax is most known for the title "Home of Swine Time". Yup, it's a pig festival. I asked the Chief what are the Swine celebrating (he didn't know) but we know this town LOVES pigs! So every year on the Saturday after Thanksgiving is the Swine Time festival. We walk down to the morning parade and then walk the festivities until we are ready for funnel cakes and candied apples...It's a fun day for sure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup, Kissing Pigs!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/STM3nESGRhI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Pv7_9e2i2ro/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274620732885059090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/STM3nESGRhI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Pv7_9e2i2ro/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here comes Daddy! The Chief Leads the Parade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/STM3mnWmRgI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/b0pfbZ5Z6p4/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274620725119305218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/STM3mnWmRgI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/b0pfbZ5Z6p4/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenna chose the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bungee&lt;/span&gt; as her "ride" (this...um, stuff is expensive)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/STM3mMKLQvI/AAAAAAAAAVI/-VV2zRDkJEI/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274620717819446002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/STM3mMKLQvI/AAAAAAAAAVI/-VV2zRDkJEI/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leaving our house to walk down to Main Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/STM3lohDoxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/U-BJf9yi-r4/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274620708251738898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/STM3lohDoxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/U-BJf9yi-r4/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We truly appreciate this town. It's hard to find small sweet towns, towns that you only read about or hear about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-5944014022903416406?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/5944014022903416406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=5944014022903416406' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/5944014022903416406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/5944014022903416406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/climax-ga.html' title='Climax, GA'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/STM3nESGRhI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Pv7_9e2i2ro/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-7109569381839957068</id><published>2008-11-28T14:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:36:42.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can not wait to post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All Nine Grand Babies with the Best Nana and Papa God Ever Created!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/STBGuAJ0jzI/AAAAAAAAAU4/No_TdcRpat0/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273792919779970866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/STBGuAJ0jzI/AAAAAAAAAU4/No_TdcRpat0/s400/061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seven Patient Bike Riders Waiting For The Afternoon Stroll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/STBGtroVPQI/AAAAAAAAAUw/O1O8gAyCcSY/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273792914270797058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/STBGtroVPQI/AAAAAAAAAUw/O1O8gAyCcSY/s400/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Sniff*Sniff*...My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Livie&lt;/span&gt; and My Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/STBGtKdkTqI/AAAAAAAAAUo/TUfpVQixGL0/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273792905367277218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/STBGtKdkTqI/AAAAAAAAAUo/TUfpVQixGL0/s400/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can not wait to post about our Thanksgiving trip home. We have had such a wonderful two days. I have lots of pictures (posted three). I am tired cause I shopped at 4a.m. and got home just after 9. I got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Leapsters&lt;/span&gt; and Baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alives&lt;/span&gt;....yea me! I took out a couple dozen people to get them and I am pleased to announce no serious injury was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reported&lt;/span&gt;! I need to clean 'cause ours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pastor&lt;/span&gt; and his wife are coming over this evening...cannot wait to catch up on all of what you have been doing over the last couple of days!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-7109569381839957068?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/7109569381839957068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=7109569381839957068' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/7109569381839957068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/7109569381839957068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-not-wait-to-post.html' title='Can not wait to post...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/STBGuAJ0jzI/AAAAAAAAAU4/No_TdcRpat0/s72-c/061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-6207814007929047974</id><published>2008-11-25T11:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:39:27.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuts Straight From 424 Madison Street....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, it's that time again. I am spending most of my day getting ready to head home for Thanksgiving. It involves laundry, packing, organizing and....BAKING. I am baking Pecan pies. We have a nice pecan grove and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Doodelbugs&lt;/span&gt; picked up the nuts and I spent several nights cracking them (not the fun part), and today I finally got to bake them. Ema and Gunner looked on while #5 took a short nap. I thought the pies looked beautiful!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the leftover nuts we candied them and the Doodlebugs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scarfed&lt;/span&gt; them right down, I still have my sister's cheese cakes to make(her b-day is Thanksgiving day) and I also have Aimee's mash potatoes to whip up too. I will do those at mom and dad's. I can't wait to get there!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two Pecan Pies and Candied Pecans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSwoOoUbWbI/AAAAAAAAAUg/T4cdg2FkJZY/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272633495550384562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSwoOoUbWbI/AAAAAAAAAUg/T4cdg2FkJZY/s400/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-6207814007929047974?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/6207814007929047974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=6207814007929047974' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6207814007929047974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6207814007929047974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/nuts-straight-from-424-madison-street.html' title='Nuts Straight From 424 Madison Street....'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSwoOoUbWbI/AAAAAAAAAUg/T4cdg2FkJZY/s72-c/041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-4820556963539451122</id><published>2008-11-23T21:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:36:10.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Day With The Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had the most wonderful afternoon with my girls. This afternoon on the square downtown Christmas was all around. One day I will post about the sweetest little town I live in. Anyway, the girls had a wonderful time, shops were open and we walked the square and saw Santa and even one little shop did the girls make-up and all that girl stuff. When we got home they tumbled in leaves and played until they were frozen this evening. I loved being with them and really enjoyed the afternoon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McKenna&lt;/span&gt;, Olivia and Ema&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSoQBgzf0kI/AAAAAAAAAUY/F64D0h-EWxo/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272043931962430018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSoQBgzf0kI/AAAAAAAAAUY/F64D0h-EWxo/s400/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's raining leaves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSoQA2cktyI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/VYcW8VTq4Ls/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272043920591992610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSoQA2cktyI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/VYcW8VTq4Ls/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the square&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSoQApxckRI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ax4JB310tx8/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272043917189878034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSoQApxckRI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ax4JB310tx8/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Olivia&lt;/span&gt; really looks worried, and Kenna so wanted to sit on Santa's lap (NOT).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSoQAGE7LRI/AAAAAAAAAUA/m1kYISOQJ8A/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272043907607899410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSoQAGE7LRI/AAAAAAAAAUA/m1kYISOQJ8A/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had to physically remove her from his lap, he finally said and I quote "If you have forgotten anything, just have your mommy and daddy call me on Christmas Eve." They had like a 10 minute conversation, no joke!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSoP__-KAhI/AAAAAAAAAT4/3-JkBAMiROs/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272043905968898578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSoP__-KAhI/AAAAAAAAAT4/3-JkBAMiROs/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I caught a couple of little "cutes"and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;adorables&lt;/span&gt;" on video and will post also. When you watch you will see my Ema (who is my singer and dancer) kinda has a "thing" for Santa. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FgiJZItLpN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FgiJZItLpN0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y9A_2ByiRbM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y9A_2ByiRbM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-4820556963539451122?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/4820556963539451122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=4820556963539451122' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/4820556963539451122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/4820556963539451122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/wonderful-day-with-girls.html' title='Wonderful Day With The Girls'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSoQBgzf0kI/AAAAAAAAAUY/F64D0h-EWxo/s72-c/041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-6103839456795847562</id><published>2008-11-23T20:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:42:40.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday...Post #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT have such a bad trip to Wal-Mart (doodlebugs gone wild) that during check out time a lady (o.k. stanger) from the next check out came over and offered to hold Doodlebug #5 so I could finish the process without loosing my mind...and I let her...a complete stranger...no NOT me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT almost drown Doodlebug #5 when I was wringing a bathcloth over his head and got slightly distracted and turned for a moment and wrung the hole thing over his face causing him to cough and scream....nope NOT me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT allow Doodlebug #4 to go all week without underware, because he just isn't "into" underware this week...whatever...nope NOT me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT seriously find myself crying at church on Sunday 'cause Doodlebug #5 pooped all over his outfit 5 minutes after we got there...and the reason I cried was because the boys were matching and dad-gum-it NO one got to see them...no NOT me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did NOT hide some clothes in the "wrong" place at a clothing store until I could go back on Friday (payday) and get them...nope NOT me! (psst...they were still there shhhh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now head over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MCK&lt;/a&gt; for more NOT ME'S.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-6103839456795847562?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/6103839456795847562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=6103839456795847562' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6103839456795847562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6103839456795847562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-me-mondaypost-5.html' title='Not Me Monday...Post #5'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-941084530881398640</id><published>2008-11-20T12:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:41:20.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Doesn't Take Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All he needs to make him happy is a little dirt and alone time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSWfsUq_deI/AAAAAAAAATY/9wtz8Mm32DQ/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270794522719122914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSWfsUq_deI/AAAAAAAAATY/9wtz8Mm32DQ/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was building a castle with a door he said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSWfsCcWusI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0tHY9WHg_eM/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270794517825895106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSWfsCcWusI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0tHY9WHg_eM/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dirty Hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSWfryJKqeI/AAAAAAAAATI/RMTWDs0j78s/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270794513450445282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSWfryJKqeI/AAAAAAAAATI/RMTWDs0j78s/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So very happy. It really is the little things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSWfrb9dEWI/AAAAAAAAATA/1ytRamC3GqY/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270794507495739746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSWfrb9dEWI/AAAAAAAAATA/1ytRamC3GqY/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Well, he was happy until Mommy announced lunch time, which he turned down. So I let him play until nap time (which I DON'T bend on). Then that happy little boy became a the "typical" two year old.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-941084530881398640?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/941084530881398640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=941084530881398640' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/941084530881398640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/941084530881398640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-doesnt-take-much.html' title='It Doesn&apos;t Take Much'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSWfsUq_deI/AAAAAAAAATY/9wtz8Mm32DQ/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-8953197254582874050</id><published>2008-11-18T11:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:59:40.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops I Did It Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am truly having a great picture week!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~My Big Boy and Baby Boy Having an Early Morning Chat~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSLz1C1284I/AAAAAAAAAS4/bzCN_I4MAQg/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270042606598288258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSLz1C1284I/AAAAAAAAAS4/bzCN_I4MAQg/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I Love My Daddy"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-8953197254582874050?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/8953197254582874050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=8953197254582874050' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8953197254582874050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8953197254582874050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='Oops I Did It Again!'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSLz1C1284I/AAAAAAAAAS4/bzCN_I4MAQg/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-2312310450886654562</id><published>2008-11-18T10:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:24:18.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you satisfied with where you are. Do you wish you were somewhere else? In the physical sense we should all be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;satisfied&lt;/span&gt; with where we are, thankful for what we have. Dwelling NOT on the the things which we don't "have".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the other hand, I am not so certain we should ever be satisfied with where we are spiritually. We should never settle with what we have, but ALWAYS want more. Want more, know more, do more. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do I put enough into making sure I want (and actually go after) all God has for me? Or do I focus on what I don't have (physically) and want more of what I don't have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sure can see how it would totally benefit me to go after more of what I already HAVE, than to go after SOME of what I don't!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-2312310450886654562?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/2312310450886654562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=2312310450886654562' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/2312310450886654562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/2312310450886654562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/satisfaction.html' title='Satisfaction'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-6688845287224720147</id><published>2008-11-17T10:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:51:48.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth Fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Super Girl (she was flying)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSGSd9wygiI/AAAAAAAAASY/frNuY1G1T6Q/s1600-h/n46205029_33693337_139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269654082493252130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSGSd9wygiI/AAAAAAAAASY/frNuY1G1T6Q/s400/n46205029_33693337_139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HOLY SMOKES!" That's what Doodlebug #1 came in screaming and crying, "Look what Olivia did!" Blood everywhere. After I calmed her down enough I realized she had lost a tooth, one we were not expecting so soon. I asked her what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stated she was playing "dog" and was holding onto Doodlebug #2's shirt tail...with her teeth. Olivia jerked her shirt from the puppy's mouth and "POP" out came barley loose tooth!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a surprise! So I don't know about your Tooth Fairy, but ours is great and always leaves a note. In ity-bity writing. BTW I just want to say , that one thing I love about Doodlebug #1 is that she is seven and still believes in the Tooth Fairy, Santa Claus, and has an imagination that just won't quit. Dressing up is still her FAVORITE thing to do. I just love that about her. Enjoy the video and picture of my imaginative 7 year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FVAdcFJLsfA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FVAdcFJLsfA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-6688845287224720147?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/6688845287224720147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=6688845287224720147' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6688845287224720147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6688845287224720147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/tooth-fairy.html' title='Tooth Fairy'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SSGSd9wygiI/AAAAAAAAASY/frNuY1G1T6Q/s72-c/n46205029_33693337_139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-795423026231569578</id><published>2008-11-17T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:08:19.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday...Post #4</title><content type='html'>I did NOT run Doodlebug #5 in to the door jam...not one but twice. Sorry little man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did NOT sing Christmas music at the absolute top of my lungs ALL WEEK LONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did NOT on more than one occasion eat powdered dougnuts for breakfast and fed that to the doodlebugs also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did NOT find my Chief extremely sexy after he took the trash out, brought the cushions in from the loungers, and bought me baby wipes and a lint roller...all without me asking!!!! That was a great night! *WINK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did NOT wish the weekend would never end, 'cause fun was had by all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did NOT tear up watching my Doodlebugs in the yard with the Chief playing...(hormones anyone?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head over to My Charming Kids and read lots more Not Me's! Your NOT alone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-795423026231569578?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/795423026231569578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=795423026231569578' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/795423026231569578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/795423026231569578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-me-mondaypost-4.html' title='Not Me Monday...Post #4'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-6337856346826412368</id><published>2008-11-14T21:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:42:33.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mud Slingin'/ Butt Crackin' Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try sometimes to be a cool Mommy, today at least I was!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear I have never seen them so happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SR40GcyvssI/AAAAAAAAASQ/CgVrpmQnnZQ/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268705899482952386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SR40GcyvssI/AAAAAAAAASQ/CgVrpmQnnZQ/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the look on Doodlebug #3's face. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SR40GP-EvbI/AAAAAAAAASI/_MLOy3gGzJk/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268705896040807858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SR40GP-EvbI/AAAAAAAAASI/_MLOy3gGzJk/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Christmas, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Livie&lt;/span&gt; (DB #2) would like some hips please. The poor child can never keep a pair of jeans up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SR40F8h6cCI/AAAAAAAAASA/hAoYi8eLV-Q/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268705890822418466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SR40F8h6cCI/AAAAAAAAASA/hAoYi8eLV-Q/s400/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shortly after I snapped these, I went inside for a split second. Then I heard water. Yup, they found the water spout in the front. Mud pies anyone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We ended the day with a stripping session on the front porch and a solid march straight back to the bathroom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you notice who is absent? Doodlebug #1. My girl is too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; for mud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-6337856346826412368?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/6337856346826412368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=6337856346826412368' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6337856346826412368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6337856346826412368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/mud-slingin-butt-crackin-afternoon.html' title='Mud Slingin&apos;/ Butt Crackin&apos; Afternoon'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SR40GcyvssI/AAAAAAAAASQ/CgVrpmQnnZQ/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-3155926406368222588</id><published>2008-11-14T07:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:21:29.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Thankfuls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know it's gonna be a good day when....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have your boy-be (that's my nickname for doodlebug#4, 'cause he is stuck between being a little boy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; a baby) who loves his mommy to pieces.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SR12NeZR74I/AAAAAAAAAR4/nOgzTcqke3A/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268497112962822018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SR12NeZR74I/AAAAAAAAAR4/nOgzTcqke3A/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pucker-up! You get this everyday...all day! Anytime you want it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SR12NEm8u1I/AAAAAAAAARw/5dXt6t0O8eE/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268497106040830802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SR12NEm8u1I/AAAAAAAAARw/5dXt6t0O8eE/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And...You wake up to this, heaven in your bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SR12MJ2_wGI/AAAAAAAAARo/KExm_zOqLAU/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268497090270445666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SR12MJ2_wGI/AAAAAAAAARo/KExm_zOqLAU/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, it's going to be a GREAT day!! For all this I am thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-3155926406368222588?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/3155926406368222588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=3155926406368222588' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/3155926406368222588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/3155926406368222588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/friday-thankfuls.html' title='Friday Thankfuls...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SR12NeZR74I/AAAAAAAAAR4/nOgzTcqke3A/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-7890457067106298396</id><published>2008-11-13T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:34:40.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup! She's All Mine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ema Moore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SRzxTQNpO4I/AAAAAAAAARg/2oLOi4uy_us/s1600-h/n46205029_33693357_6002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268350977188641666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SRzxTQNpO4I/AAAAAAAAARg/2oLOi4uy_us/s400/n46205029_33693357_6002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SRzxTF20D5I/AAAAAAAAARY/iRoaCcyirrA/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268350974408527762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SRzxTF20D5I/AAAAAAAAARY/iRoaCcyirrA/s400/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SRzxSSwXGhI/AAAAAAAAARQ/0VmO2zUy9lg/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268350960691255826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SRzxSSwXGhI/AAAAAAAAARQ/0VmO2zUy9lg/s400/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you my sweet precious child, I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-7890457067106298396?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/7890457067106298396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=7890457067106298396' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/7890457067106298396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/7890457067106298396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/yup-shes-all-mine.html' title='Yup! She&apos;s All Mine!'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SRzxTQNpO4I/AAAAAAAAARg/2oLOi4uy_us/s72-c/n46205029_33693357_6002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-2031274175898463192</id><published>2008-11-13T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:22:04.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"This Really Sucks!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;That 's what I said in the car &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;out loud&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Doodlebug #2- What sucks mommy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me thinking (crap)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mommy- Oh, baby Mommy shouldn't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt; that, Mommy should have said "stinks".It really stinks that Mommy needed to grocery shop, and now I can't 'cause we have to wait for Daddy and the groceries will go bad if I shop now, and then we have to wait. I REALLY needed to shop now, so it just really stinks. You shouldn't say what mommy said o.k.?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Doodlebug #2- O.k. mommy it really stinks, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mommy- Yeah, baby it does&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Doodlebug #4- Mommy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mommy- Yeah, handsome boy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Doodlebug #4- Mommy? Um, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scuse&lt;/span&gt;' me Mommy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mommy- Yes son, what is it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Doodlebug #4- It suck Mommy? It suck? Really suck?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Mommy thinking.... "Crap. Now this really sucks!")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mommy- Who wants candy!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Doodlebugs #2,3,and 4- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CRISIS ADVERTED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-2031274175898463192?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/2031274175898463192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=2031274175898463192' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/2031274175898463192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/2031274175898463192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-really-sucks.html' title='&quot;This Really Sucks!&quot;'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-7035681668725502183</id><published>2008-11-11T21:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:34:35.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage And A Big Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SRpAji9uyrI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZTVIEAcDl3U/s1600-h/veteran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267593693588540082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SRpAji9uyrI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZTVIEAcDl3U/s400/veteran.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-7035681668725502183?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/7035681668725502183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=7035681668725502183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/7035681668725502183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/7035681668725502183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/courage-and-big-thank-you.html' title='Courage And A Big Thank You'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SRpAji9uyrI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZTVIEAcDl3U/s72-c/veteran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-9196170746515356181</id><published>2008-11-11T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:44:50.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies Weekend...part uno...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The canvas God had painted for us to enjoy all weekend!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SRmXHWdNFYI/AAAAAAAAARA/l9tsAYYm-ZE/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267407391729456514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SRmXHWdNFYI/AAAAAAAAARA/l9tsAYYm-ZE/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Grant and Mommy over a look out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SRmXHBVO5eI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/v7yib8tgqU4/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267407386058876386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SRmXHBVO5eI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/v7yib8tgqU4/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wonderful group of women I spent the weekend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surrounded&lt;/span&gt; by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SRmXGhJSRVI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Afwiued968U/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267407377418831186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SRmXGhJSRVI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Afwiued968U/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I am so excited to share with you all the weekend I spent in Pine Mountain. I am gathering all my notes and trying to sort them out. If I may say so, I am still in awe of the love our God has for His children.  The "theme" of the weekend was Embracing the Heat. What happens when you are in the midst of a fire? What do you do when you fall into the pit? How can you Embrace the heat you are in AND come through with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;victorious&lt;/span&gt; joy and "smokeless". It was great, good, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt;...Can't wait to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-9196170746515356181?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/9196170746515356181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=9196170746515356181' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/9196170746515356181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/9196170746515356181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/ladies-weekendpart-uno.html' title='Ladies Weekend...part uno...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SRmXHWdNFYI/AAAAAAAAARA/l9tsAYYm-ZE/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-6952998732956511562</id><published>2008-11-10T12:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:48:07.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday...Post #3</title><content type='html'>It's that time again...head over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;http://www.mycharmingkids.net/&lt;/a&gt; to see more Not Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did NOT while at the Olive Garden ask the waitress to bring more bread sticks three times and then ask for a bunch of to-go boxes, stating I was taking them home to the Chief and Doodlebugs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did not have to force myself to check on the doodlebugs this weekend, because I was NOT having so much fun and was thinking about them non-stop...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did not tell the kids that the Olive Garden bag was for Daddy and then hid it in the back of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fridg&lt;/span&gt;...the way way back!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry these are so lame, I will do better next Monday....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-6952998732956511562?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/6952998732956511562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=6952998732956511562' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6952998732956511562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6952998732956511562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-me-mondaypost-3.html' title='Not Me Monday...Post #3'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-1157100812829963519</id><published>2008-11-06T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:41:38.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Be Chomping At The Bit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am leaving tomorrow for the annual Ladies Weekend with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CCC&lt;/span&gt;. I am thrilled 'cause I get to room with my mom and spend much needed time with one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BFF'S&lt;/span&gt; (who I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; seen since week one of baby G). I am sure I will be chomping at the bit on Sunday to check my blogs...but I am going to try and lay the laptop down for the WHOLE weekend!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doodlebugs 1-4 are farmed out to wonderful friends and of course DB #5 is going with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My prayer is to come back nice and refreshed...have a wonderful weekend. I can't wait to blog to you all about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-1157100812829963519?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/1157100812829963519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=1157100812829963519' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/1157100812829963519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/1157100812829963519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-will-be-chomping-at-bit.html' title='I Will Be Chomping At The Bit...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-1543603925818095601</id><published>2008-11-06T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:04:10.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month Ago Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Four Hours Old...What A Gift!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SRL4HzhT6AI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QtmVDerQpAU/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265543727322228738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SRL4HzhT6AI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QtmVDerQpAU/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Four Weeks Old Today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SRL4HYH-RAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/XiDELQ5AKKc/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265543719968195586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SRL4HYH-RAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/XiDELQ5AKKc/s400/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grant is still such a joy and a true gift from God. He was "Plucked" from the heavenlies and placed with this family. We are so very grateful that something so un-expected came to us. We are undeserving of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6fphiMpYGkI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6fphiMpYGkI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-1543603925818095601?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/1543603925818095601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=1543603925818095601' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/1543603925818095601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/1543603925818095601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-month-ago-today.html' title='One Month Ago Today...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SRL4HzhT6AI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QtmVDerQpAU/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-7290604167943412876</id><published>2008-11-05T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:28:12.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Never Says Uh-Oh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It hasn't been 5 minutes since my last post and look at what my Dad sent out. It's so very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scriptural&lt;/span&gt; and true, as I felt also last night that I was still out of obedience called to pray for our new president!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to write a few things concerning our responsibility now that the election is over.  Rex Price sent out an email this morning also and I do not know how many of you received it, but he too is on the right path.  Thanks, Rex. I'll be using one of your scripture references.  This will be short as I plan on saying more in a message the Sunday before Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel 2:21 He changes times and seasons; he sets up kings and deposes them.  He gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to the discerning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 13:1 Everyone must submit himself to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established.  The authorities that exist have been established by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Timothy 2:1-4 I urge, then, first of all, that requests, prayers, intercession and thanksgiving be made for everyone --- for kings and all those in authority, that we may live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness.  This is good, and pleases God our Savior, who wants all men to be saved and to come to a knowledge of the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However you may have voted yesterday, to me, our responsibility is clear according the the above referenced scriptures. I went to bed last night praying for our new president elect Barack Obama.  It was right and scriptural to do.  God is in control of it all.  He never goes, "uh-oh".  He is never surprised about any outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember, Jesus is still on the throne.  He is seated at the right hand of the Father interceding for us.  Amen? --- Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Morris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-7290604167943412876?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/7290604167943412876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=7290604167943412876' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/7290604167943412876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/7290604167943412876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/god-never-says-uh-oh.html' title='God Never Says Uh-Oh!!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-2188994448670442595</id><published>2008-11-05T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:13:43.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Heavy Heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, what my heart and mind cannot comprehend today I pray you surround my thoughts with your thoughts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The more I seek you, the more I find you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The more I find you, the more I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to sit at your feet, drink from the cup in your hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lay back against you and breath, feel your heartbeat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your love is so deep, it's more than I can stand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I melt in your peace, it's overwhelming.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I trust you Lord and the plans you have for us. I choose to trust you ALONE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-2188994448670442595?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/2188994448670442595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=2188994448670442595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/2188994448670442595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/2188994448670442595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/heavy-heart.html' title='A Heavy Heart...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-3313140972551676249</id><published>2008-11-04T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:29:09.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gathering Of Prayer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Chief gathered our little family in the livingroom early this morning to pray for the counrty and the county we live in. It was a sweet moment to which Doodlbug #1 said I will vote for John McCain!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is such an urgancy, locally here for men of wisdom and integrity so that was our prayer. I prayed in the voting precint also. Trust in the Lord with ALL your heart...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-3313140972551676249?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/3313140972551676249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=3313140972551676249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/3313140972551676249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/3313140972551676249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/gathering-of-prayer.html' title='A Gathering Of Prayer...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-6468555173977892595</id><published>2008-11-04T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:18:44.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Was It Something I Wrote?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O.K. my little "Follow My Blog" has been up for a week and not one of you have signed up? I am getting a mini complex, don't leave me out in the cold here guys...Follow Me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O.K. I am begging...Please?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-6468555173977892595?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/6468555173977892595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=6468555173977892595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6468555173977892595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/6468555173977892595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/was-it-something-i-wrote.html' title='Was It Something I Wrote?'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-5830324272937835138</id><published>2008-11-03T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:37:58.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Do With Restless Toddlers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can always make a Hop Scotch out of the light coming through the french door window panes... Ours only went to 7, but they had fun anyway!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SQ9DWDJsC8I/AAAAAAAAAQA/V9WWUav9Rqk/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264500535501523906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SQ9DWDJsC8I/AAAAAAAAAQA/V9WWUav9Rqk/s400/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then you can make sugar cookies with icing and sprinkles...oh, I mean have some icing with a little cookie and sprinkles added in! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SQ9DVbu5VvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/jrvC7O2b5tU/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264500524920166130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SQ9DVbu5VvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/jrvC7O2b5tU/s400/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; So my little Doodlebug #3 has really been struggling with obedience, I have learned she must be busy to stay out of trouble (which is exhausting, for me.) She did better today and I didn't even put her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of the t.v. which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; I tend to do... more often lately.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-5830324272937835138?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/5830324272937835138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=5830324272937835138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/5830324272937835138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/5830324272937835138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-to-do-with-restless-toddlers.html' title='What To Do With Restless Toddlers...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SQ9DWDJsC8I/AAAAAAAAAQA/V9WWUav9Rqk/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-8383916705508671395</id><published>2008-11-01T19:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:18:55.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday...Post #2</title><content type='html'>Upon Doodlebug #4 coming in the house and smelling like gasoline,I did not only check his breath to make sure he didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in jest&lt;/span&gt; and send him on his way...No Not Me I am way more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cautious&lt;/span&gt; than that...I also did not, not blinked an eye when I realized he was trying to burn the ant beds like daddy. (minus the fire, I would have stepped up for that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not straight face tell Doodlebugs #1 and #2 that they could not play with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Moonsand&lt;/span&gt; 'cause I was sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Moonsand&lt;/span&gt; was from the Devil, and then when asked how I knew I stated 'cause I was equally sure Jesus would never create something so messy for all Mommy's to have to clean up. No Not Me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I did not turn my nose up momentarily when I thought the carpet lady had terrible B.O. only to realize it was me! I then in no way at all run to the changing table...scrub down with two baby wipes and re-apply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;deodorant&lt;/span&gt; just in time for the alarm guys to show up. Nope Not Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not one two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;occasions&lt;/span&gt;, just tell the Doodlebugs to just wash &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; hands, feet, and brush their teeth, then I did not at all throw a couple of baby wipes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; way for the "essential" places...and all because I was too tired to do baths &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;x's&lt;/span&gt; 4. No Not Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-8383916705508671395?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/8383916705508671395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=8383916705508671395' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8383916705508671395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8383916705508671395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-me-mondaypost-2.html' title='Not Me Monday...Post #2'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-1002503098509245155</id><published>2008-11-01T11:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:26:59.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Festival...Hello November!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To get us out of the house last night we ventured off to church for a Fall Festival. The Chief of course stayed in town to watch over all the kiddies that were out in the neighborhood. So off I went, of course I had to snap a few pictures of the Doodlebug crew!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doodlebugs 1-5...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SQxy2_PFgmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6VghW0i2-5k/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263708353502478946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SQxy2_PFgmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6VghW0i2-5k/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodness I love my sweet babies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SQxy2bcrKPI/AAAAAAAAAPo/RWYxLzRdgHY/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263708343895795954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SQxy2bcrKPI/AAAAAAAAAPo/RWYxLzRdgHY/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For some reason I just love this picture...Gunner kept saying "I got him, Mommy." "I got him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SQxy11KvaCI/AAAAAAAAAPg/eHTqAAlCHzE/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263708333620029474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SQxy11KvaCI/AAAAAAAAAPg/eHTqAAlCHzE/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Precious, Sweet, and Loving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SQxy1SuqhoI/AAAAAAAAAPY/L4mvBsMghDA/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263708324375463554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SQxy1SuqhoI/AAAAAAAAAPY/L4mvBsMghDA/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The kids were exhausted when we got home, and I was too. They bounced, played games, road a hayride, and ate candy until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; tummy's hurt. I am still so glad Halloween in finally over...welcome November!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-1002503098509245155?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/1002503098509245155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=1002503098509245155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/1002503098509245155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/1002503098509245155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall-festivalhello-november.html' title='Fall Festival...Hello November!'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SQxy2_PFgmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6VghW0i2-5k/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-8387155860295187170</id><published>2008-10-31T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:42:02.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing The Wealth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The Chief and I are not wealthy by any means, I mean listen folks we are rearing a family of seven on very little money. Somehow we make it and are doing good. We are doing this by living as best we can as a debt free family, we have paid everything off and in cash. (except house). So here is my take on sharing the wealth...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the drive-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; pay for the car behind you. (Chief and I do this often and it is fun!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the grocery store line ask the person behind you if you can pay for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; groceries. (Of course I mainly have to do this in the 10 items or less line, but almost everyone I have asked says yes. Some have said no thank you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Babysit for someone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few years ago the Lord gave me a ministry called Manna Meals. I haven't done this lately but fix a family a meal and take it to them. (Not because they are sick, or just had a baby, or someone died, but just because...) I usually pray and ask the Lord to show me who needs this ministry, more often than not I am the one who is blessed by the ministry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am sure you can think of many fun ways to share your wealth, especially with the Christmas season coming so soon. Adopt a family for Christmas, if you don't know one all you have to do is contact your church or any church, I am certain you will find a family in need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buy two of everything for Thanksgiving, and deliver a full &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt; meal to a family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also want to say that this is a great time to do things like this with your children. Giving is a hard concept for children all together, what a better time of year to share your wealth. Spread it around...I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt; you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not to toot our own horns, but come back here and share what ideas you came up with, I am always looking for a fun way to show my kids what true giving is all about!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look forward to hearing from you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-8387155860295187170?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/8387155860295187170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=8387155860295187170' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8387155860295187170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/8387155860295187170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/10/sharing-wealth.html' title='Sharing The Wealth...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-159182502650570458</id><published>2008-10-30T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:06:04.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SQpUQKQPciI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/jBu0vQWaUCw/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263111751142961698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SQpUQKQPciI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/jBu0vQWaUCw/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Some days&lt;/span&gt; it's not worth the fashion fight. Doodlebug #3 added the boots, scarf, and hair bow! What this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;proves&lt;/span&gt; to me is that she is ADORABLE in anything! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SQpUPSms9WI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JIZz6BNkdAs/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263111736204784994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SQpUPSms9WI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JIZz6BNkdAs/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Date night was good, although we didn't make it to Tallahassee we did go to our favorite Mexican &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;restaurant &lt;/span&gt;and had a nice dinner with all the time in the world! We had great conversation and quality time together. It's about that time for another date though!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must have bragged on Grant too much, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; he has had me sleep deprived and in tears for two days. Up and restless. Each morning at around 4a.m. I have to pass him off to the Chief just so I can get some sleep. I really hope we get back on track real soon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a prayer request I cannot go into at the moment, but the Chief and I need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;guidance&lt;/span&gt; and prayer for a situation we are facing. I would appreciate and covet any prayers that were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;interceded&lt;/span&gt; on our behalf. Personally I am praying for Peace, Wisdom, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Discernment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so ready for Halloween to be over! I may step toes, but we don't celebrate the holiday so I am up to my eye balls in Halloween junk. What did me in was Doodlebug #2's note that was sent home stating she would be making Witch's Brew in one of the class rooms tomorrow...I had to let her teacher know that she needed to be pulled from that most definitely. (done with ranting on that one.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On an up note, next weekend I will be going to my annual ladies retreat, I am so excited and plan to enjoy every moment. There is nothing like being spiritually fed and having the fellowship with a great group of seasoned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;women&lt;/span&gt;, who's heart solely follows after the Lord. Gonna be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GOOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GOOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-159182502650570458?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/159182502650570458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=159182502650570458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/159182502650570458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/159182502650570458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-and-that.html' title='This and That...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SQpUQKQPciI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/jBu0vQWaUCw/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-5973997254903403505</id><published>2008-10-30T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:45:50.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>R.O.M.E The Latest Design...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SQnjjzuhjXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/EHw_Y1c5u5Q/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262987843879406962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SQnjjzuhjXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/EHw_Y1c5u5Q/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenna&lt;/em&gt; off to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SQnjjvDSfTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gJuOIDcNzu8/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262987842624322866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SQnjjvDSfTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gJuOIDcNzu8/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So it's so great to have friends with talents you don't! Here is the latest design from R.O.M.E Designs. Should you want to place an order I can e-mail you more pictures of outfits, and you can also contact Laura at:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:lauranicholson@bellsouth.net"&gt;lauranicholson@bellsouth.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now would be a great time to place your order for matching sibling outfits for Fall and Winter seasons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103447317020231096-5973997254903403505?l=aimee-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/5973997254903403505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6103447317020231096&amp;postID=5973997254903403505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/5973997254903403505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103447317020231096/posts/default/5973997254903403505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/10/rome-latest-design.html' title='R.O.M.E The Latest Design...'/><author><name>Mrs. Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V563KP4dOQ/TbrxJBxAJmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/dwHg2zrsB30/s220/068.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzyVWmEA2b8/SQnjjzuhjXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/EHw_Y1c5u5Q/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
